Yarrow knocked on the door of No 17 Albert Street, dreading the task ahead, the worst job that any policeman has to perform, delivering the awful news that a loved one will not be returning home again, that a father, mother, son or daughter, husband or wife has been killed or died unexpectantly.
,When Yarrow and Harding reached the scene of the accident, PCs Balderstone and Edgeley had taken control of the situation, their black Wolseley 6/80 blocking the road from the town direction whilst a rope tied between 2 lampposts stopped traffic coming from the other direction.
A portly man in a crumpled blue suit and red bow tie, leant against the side of a black slope-backed Standard Vanguard, unnerved and distressed, a cigarette in his shaking hand.
‘I didn’t see her, I couldn’t stop, she
