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Liz Shipton pushed the panic button the second she realised the situation had escalated, and within seconds the Station Duty Office was full of police officers who’d streamed out of the rooms behind at the sound of the alarm.
She watched on helplessly as ‘Panic alarm SDO! Panic alarm SDO!’ rang out over the tannoy system at an ear-piercing volume as half a dozen officers tackled John Lucas to the ground and disarmed him. Two officers were attending to DS Knight, one of them attempting to stem the bleeding with his hands whilst another grabbed the police-issue bandages from the pouch on his belt.
‘Lima Alfa one four six. Officer with a stab wound to the neck in SDO. Ambo needed, over.’
‘Get off! Get the f**k off me!’
‘Nick, we’ll need more bandages. It’s not stopping.’
‘Claire, take his legs. Get him immobilised.’
‘f*****g hell, this is bad.’
‘Get off me!’
The officers manhandled John Lucas out through the front entrance and round towards the custody suite, where Liz knew he’d be arrested and booked into a cell.
Control would have called an ambulance already, which’d be on its way. Judging by the amount of blood that was now on the floor of the duty office, Liz wondered whether it could get here quickly enough. There was an ambulance station less than half a mile away, but sometimes that didn’t mean a thing. A neck wound could be almost instantly fatal.
She could swear she heard a faint gurgling sound coming from DS Knight, but it was difficult to hear anything over the commotion. She could only watch on in horror, stunned into motionless silence as she watched DCI Culverhouse and two other CID officers rush in through the front doors of the building.