Doing his duty came naturally to veteran officer Ross Hunt. He’d served his community with distinction for 29 years, but his desire to continue in his detective sergeant role for an extra year would prove a fatal mistake…
Suddenly, young Hugh Murray broke away and sprinted into the kitchen of the house. Seconds later, he appeared at the open doorway, legs astride, a knife in either hand. “Right, you bastards!” he yelled.
As the four officers backed away, still being stalked by Hugh Murray Sr. and his young namesake, Detective Sergeant Ross Hunt tripped over a loose brick that lay on the pavement.
It was a fatal stumble. For young Murray, seemingly propelled by blind rage, saw it as too good an opportunity to miss. He sprang forward until he stood over the prostrate officer.
Before Hunt’s colleagues could intervene, the knife was swiftly thrust down – and the deep groan emitted by the detective sergeant indicated that Murray had found his target…