The phone rings,and I pick it up.A very timid voice says to me...
"Hello,is that the police?"
"Yes its the police,what's the matter?" I say.
"There's some-one trying to break into my house."
There is more fear in her voice now,and I can hear noises in the bckground.
"Just keep calm,I need to know your adress." Normally I do everything by the book,but I can't tell her to keep calm,this has happened to me before.I hear a window smash,and then she starts screaming down the phone.
"Help me,he's here,help!"
I stay silent,I just stare at my voice monitor,watching all the numbers and binary codes flicking along the bottom of the scream.
"Help,he's coming,help!"
Her voice seems calmer,but I can hear her crying.I heard the stairs in her house creek,and I new it was time to do what the police never did when it happened to me.
"OK love,can you tell me where you live?" I seem confident,but I know I'm not.Deep down,I'm s vulnerable as she is now.
"57,Garrett...."
The line went dead,the person who broke in could be doing something now that would make your blood churn.I felt comforted though,because I had an excuse.Like the time when I wa beaten up and mugged outside a pub,and when the police found me,two hours later,I was barely able to keep going.I joined the force to help people,not to leave them with no-one to comfort them.It just goes to show,your past is like a ghost.It follows your every move,and when youleast expect it,it pounces like a tiger.The phone rings again,and I divwert the call to the person opposite.