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  Persecution

  Cover

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Also by R.C. Bridgestock

  Copyright

  Cover

  Table of Contents

  Start of Content

  The COVID-19 pandemic continues to savage countries, and whilst battles are won the war against this plague is far from over.

  We dedicate this book to the Covid heroes – ordinary people doing extraordinary things and those who support you in these unprecedented times. Your selflessness and courage is truly humbling.

  Although there are no words to adequately say thank you, we are indebted to you for protecting us and being brave, and for the daily sacrifices you make.

  May you never lose sight of the inspirational work that you do, and the difference you make.

  Prologue

  The pounding of Dani’s head competed with the pumping of her heart, the result of an adrenaline-filled reaction to her sudden wakening that left her feeling hot and shivery all at the same time.

  Her body stiffened as she listened, wondering if it was merely a terrible dream that had interrupted her sleep, leaving her feeling vulnerable and worried for her safety. She held her breath.

  In the darkness, Dani sensed that she was not alone.

  A paralysing fear suddenly grasped her, and she twisted her shaking head towards the door. Had a friend sneaked back to the halls to check on her?

  The full moon slid from behind a cloud, and its beams streamed through the curtainless window and settled at the bottom of the bed, where she could see a man, motionless, his hands clasped between his legs. His terrifying stare locked into hers.

  She let rip a blood-curdling scream as terror flashed through her. The high-pitched sound seemed to her to kick up a notch as the noise bounced off the walls.

  What the fuck! The words echoed soundlessly around her head.

  Panic, hot and terrifying, blurred her vision.

  Get out! her instincts screamed. Get away from him. But how? He blocked her only exit.

  Dani’s heart and lungs rushed with blood. When her central nervous system kicked in, and the blood supply brought about another injection of adrenaline to her system, she sat bolt upright in bed and whipped her knees to her chest. She could taste the salt of her tears spilling into the cracks of her open mouth.

  She could feel the closeness of death in the room, and her body prepared itself.

  I’m going to die.

  When the intruder didn’t move, she screamed again, louder, until she had exhausted all the air in her lungs.

  She hoped and prayed that someone would hear her and run to her rescue soon.

  No one came.

  The moon disappeared again and the room was thrown into darkness.

  With all the force she could muster, Dani slammed her trembling hand down on her touch lamp that sat on her bedside table. The light threw long shadows across the room. Shaking, her eyes never left the intruder’s face. Every inch of her body pained her, as she dug her heels into the mattress and scrambled towards the headboard until she was backed into a corner like a caged animal.

  The man was naked.

  Her fear soared but the man’s only reaction was to tilt his head, his face expressionless, as if he questioned her reaction to him.

  Dani’s breathing was quick, and shallow. If I stay quiet, if I don’t move, maybe he will go. Her rational mind was regaining control.

  She sat frozen, watching and listening as the intruder rose from the bed, scooped up his trousers from the floor and calmly stepped into them, tying them at the waistband in a bow. He slipped a sleeveless T-shirt over his head. All the while his eyes remained focused on Dani.

  He turned and walked backwards the few steps to the window, hesitating for a moment before putting his foot on the windowsill, and with that he disappeared into the night.

  Dani started crying.

  * * *

  ‘I suggest you take more water with it next time, love,’ the campus security guard said, almost laughing down the phone. ‘Not even Spiderman could climb up to your room.’

  With emotions running rampant, Dani wiped away a tear. ‘But, you don’t understand, I haven’t been drinking.’

  ‘Are you on medication?’ The security man’s voice deepened. ‘Have you been taking drugs? They frown upon drug users here, you know.’

  Dani shook her head. ‘No,’ she whispered. ‘I’m not on any medication, and I don’t take drugs.’

  He scoffed. ‘I’ve heard it all before.’

  ‘But I’m telling you the truth.’ Why wouldn’t he take her seriously? ‘There was a naked man in my room. He was right there! He could have…’ She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

  ‘Well then, if you’re sure. I think you’d better ring the coppers and see what they’ve got to say.’

  And with that he hung up.

  As she waited for the police to arrive, she curled up on her bed and looked at the photograph of her parents on the desk. She reached for it.

  ‘I miss you so much,’ she whispered. ‘I wish I could call you to help me…’ Tears welled up in her eyes once more. She held the photo close. Several tears tumbled down onto her cheeks unchecked. It felt as if she had been away from home for such a long time, but family life as she knew it would never be the same again. She hadn’t been home since her dad’s funeral. She felt tears threatening to fall and she squeezed her eyes shut.

  In that moment she heard short, sharp footsteps on the corridor which suddenly stopped at her door, and her heart quickened. As she reached the door a knock came. Still shaking, she put the photograph down and peeped through the spy hole to see two female officers. She fumbled with the lock such was her trembling.

  ‘PC Helen Weir and PC Lisa Bayliss. Can we come in,’ Helen said, with a reassuring look on her face, as she took a step forwards.

  Dani moved to one side to let the officers pass. It was a tight fit in the small room, but their presence gave her a sense of relief.

  She pointed to the bed and her chair, and invited them to sit. A tear broke loose, and fell onto her bare arm when she reached for a chair. She grabbed a tissue to dry her eyes, and when she had done so she clutched it tightly. Her instincts told her there would be more to follow.

  ‘We’ll stand, thanks, if it’s all the same with you,’ said Helen.

  ‘We don’t want to disturb the scene, or touch anything which may ruin any chances of recovering evidence,’ Lisa said, by way of an explanation.

  Pens poised over pocket books Helen asked her, ‘In your own time, can you tell us what happened?’

  At times Dani’s shaking became uncontrollable, and she found it difficult to speak. ‘I’m sorry,’ she apologised, on several occasions when her spirit broke and her speech faltered.

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bsp; Helen looked into Dani’s eyes with compassion. ‘Take your time, it’s important to remember as much detail as you can,’ she said softly. ‘We’re here, and you’re safe now.’

  There was a pause, and Dani’s eyes followed PC Lisa Bayliss as she walked across the room to the window. The officer looked this way and that, and down at the street below, which was awakening to the start of a new day.

  Dani’s eyes focused on the window catch. Helen saw her hand tighten into a fist, and her breathing quicken. ‘It was open, I closed it when he’d gone,’ said Dani.

  Lisa glanced back at Helen. ‘I’ll go and look around outside,’ she said.

  Helen nodded. ‘Check the possibility of us obtaining CCTV.’

  ‘What woke you, Dani?’ Helen asked softly. ‘Do you think the man might have touched you?’

  Dani dipped her head, and shook it slowly. ‘I don’t think so.’

  ‘Where did you first notice the intruder?’

  ‘I saw his outline, sitting at the foot of my bed. He was staring at me.’

  ‘What did you do?’

  ‘I tried to get as far away from him as I could. I panicked. I— I think I screamed. I prayed harder than I have ever prayed in my life. I… I… really thought I might… that I might die.’

  ‘You told our control centre that you managed to raise the alarm?’

  ‘When he’d gone, I phoned the office. The number’s on the poster behind the door for emergencies,’ Dani paused for a moment. She swallowed hard.

  Helen nodded.

  Dani felt tears threatening again. ‘The security guard told me that I must have been dreaming, drinking, or taking drugs, because even Spiderman couldn’t climb up here to the fifth floor.’ Dani eyed Helen beseechingly. ‘I know it sounds unbelievable. You must think I’m mad, but it’s true.’

  ‘Did the intruder say anything?’ asked Helen.

  ‘No, not a word. He wasn’t fazed by my screams. It was like he wasn’t human.’ Dani ran a hand through her tangled hair, and again swallowed hard. ‘I didn’t know what to do.’

  Helen breathed in deeply. ‘You did the only thing you could do.’ The police officer bent down and caught Dani’s trembling hand in hers. ‘It’s over now, Dani, you’re safe.’

  Dani looked up at her, dabbing the tears that fell from her eyes with the soggy tissue. ‘He was weirdly calm. I mean, his face didn’t change at all, not even when I screamed. When I realised he was… he was naked, I panicked. I— I tried to get away from him, you know? I thought, I thought he might…’ She paused for a moment and wiped at her eyes. ‘But, he just casually put his clothes back on, and walked to the window, like he had all the time in the world. He looked at me and then he climbed out…’

  Helen continued to write in her notebook. ‘Can you describe him for me?’

  Dani nodded. ‘Early twenties, white, short light-coloured hair. Physically fit.’ Dani shuddered. ‘I’ve never seen him before, and I never want to see him again.’

  ‘Was his penis erect?’

  Dani gasped. ‘Oh my god, I have no idea. I was too frightened of doing something, anything, that might upset him, and thinking if I did, what his next move might be…’

  ‘I think we ought to get you checked for sexual assault, for your peace of mind.’

  Dani stared at her, feeling sick. Helen nodded towards the window. ‘We’ll get Crime Scene Investigators to look for prints.’ She cast her eye towards the bed. ‘We’ll need to take your bed sheets so that they can be examined. CSI will also examine outside at ground level.’

  When PC Lisa Bayliss let herself back into the flat she was smiling. ‘Good news,’ she said to Dani. ‘There are fresh partial footmarks in the flowerbed directly below your bedroom, and we’ve found scuff marks on the wall both sides of the drainpipe which runs parallel to it.’ Involuntarily she shuddered. ‘It looks like someone shimmied up it to enable them to climb to the window.’

  Dani went cold at the thought – someone had gone to extreme lengths to get into her room.

  ‘And, the bad news?’ Helen knew her partner well.

  ‘The gubbins of the CCTV cameras are present…’

  Helen signed. ‘But, some think it’s not acceptable for big brother to be watching, so take it upon themselves to disable them by throwing stones.’

  Lisa nodded. ‘Let’s just say they won’t be any use to us.’

  Helen was determined to focus on the positive and hopefully on a clue to the intruder’s lifestyle. ‘The mode of ascent suggests that we are looking for an experienced climber.’

  ‘Definitely a confident one, who has no fear of heights. CSI are downstairs now, taking photographs.’ Lisa turned to Dani. ‘They’ll be up here soon to dust the windows, and the room…’

  * * *

  When they had gone, and she was alone, Dani caught her reflection in the mirror. She looked surprisingly normal, even though she felt completely changed.

  With the tips of her fingers, Dani wiped the moist fog from the bathroom mirror. Then she adjusted the shower. For several moments she stood motionless under the pelting spray of warm water. That’s when the realisation of what had happened finally set in and her pent-up feelings rushed forth. A heart-wrenching cry shook her body. She turned her face directly into the spray, as she desperately fought to rein in her emotions. Her tears mingled with the warm water, her crying turned to choking sobs, and when her knees sagged she gave way to the feeling of helplessness and slid down the wall onto the shower stall floor. For a while, laid in the foetal position, the cascading droplets pulsed against her skin from a great height, like relentless needles. Until she found the presence of mind to turn the water off, and drag a towel from the rail to wrap around her shivering body, and pat her body dry.

  Standing with the help of her hand on the sink, she ran a brush through her hair. ‘Pull yourself together,’ she muttered, leaning into the mirror for a closer look at her face. ‘Nothing actually happened for God’s sake.’

  * * *

  With the flat window secured, and it unlikely that anyone would try and scale the drainpipe again in broad daylight, the officers made their way to the Campus Security Offices, but no one was there. They waited for a moment or two, as the office wasn’t locked. When they heard the toilet flush, they glanced down the hall to see the uniformed guard step out, a well-thumbed magazine in his hand.

  Sixty-two-year-old George Stafford looked surprised, and a little flustered when he saw the uniformed officers waiting for him. When he’d composed himself he headed straight to his desk, wiggled open his top right-hand drawer, slipped the magazine inside and locked it. He dropped the key inside his shirt pocket and fastened the button to secure it.

  ‘I hear from Dani Miller that you were working last night,’ Helen said, after making the perfunctory introductions.

  ‘Aye, I was, and I’m still here which tells you what? I’m dedicated, or a bloody fool.’

  ‘Why was that then?’ asked Lisa.

  ‘Young Terrier got called out on another mountain rescue mission, and I get to cover for him for my sins. Her indoors wasn’t the least bit ’appy. No doubt I’ll be in the doghouse when I get ’ome.’

  ‘A rescue mission?’ Helen sounded impressed. ‘That sounds dangerous and exciting.’ She turned to Lisa. ‘I didn’t hear about it on the news though, did you?’

  Before Lisa could answer George butted in. ‘That’s exactly what her indoors says. But, I don’t suppose they broadcast every rescue, do they?’

  ‘Miss Miller informed us that you told her you’d have to be Spiderman to climb up to her window on the fifth floor,’ said Helen.

  He pulled a face at the officer’s blank expression. ‘Have you seen how high that window is? I mean, come on,’ he scoffed.

  ‘No matter what you think, it appears that someone did climb up the drainpipe and enter the room via an open window. We think that Miss Miller had a very lucky escape.’

  Stafford looked genuinely shocked. ‘Well, I’ll
eat my hat,’ he said, as he opened his left-hand drawer and shuffled around to find the olive green, dog-eared incident log book. ‘I better fill out a report pretty darn sharpish, otherwise I’ll be getting my P45.’

  Lisa’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. ‘That’s the best you can do?’

  Stafford rubbed his stubbly chin. ‘Yes that’s about it, I’m afraid.’

  Helen’s expression hardened. ‘Could you perhaps check in that incident book of yours, and see if there have been any other recent incidents that we should know about?’

  Stafford put on his glasses and ran his grubby finger down the dates of recorded incidents. When he came to the report of a peeping-tom, he stopped, and looked up. ‘You have to realise that if some students are not getting the grades they want, then they have been known to tell porky-pies as an excuse for not being in the right frame of mind to study. I’ve seen it all in my time.’

  Helen raised her eyebrows. ‘I think that’s a bit harsh. Surely the law of averages would suggest to you that some reports are genuine?’

  ‘I know what you’re saying, but I tell ya. This is how stupid it is. Last week a girl rang me, in floods of tears. She had heard breaking glass in the kitchenette of her ground floor accommodation, and her housemate was away for the night. I rushed around there.’ George rubbed his chest. ‘I thought I was having a heart attack, which turned out to be indigestion, but that’s by-the-by, and what do I find but a cat that had entered through the window that she had left open for it, and it had only gone and knocked over the saucer of milk that she’d left on the windowsill. They’d named the stray cat. Lucky, they’d called it. She was bloody lucky I didn’t wring her bloody neck. Pets are not allowed on campus.’

  Stafford took his glasses off, and rubbed one blood-shot eye with his knuckle. ‘What I’m saying is, not everything is always as it seems. You would not believe some of the wild-goose chases the students have sent me on.’

  ‘I don’t suppose you have the description of the peeping-tom written down?’ asked Helen, her tone icy.

  Stafford flicked over the page. ‘White male, average height, slim build. Which just about sums up eighty per cent of the male students on the campus.’