Hidden Secrets

Detective Chief Inspector John Jenkins Investigation
Soon after the wedding reception was finished, the happy couple were driving to the Hilton on the M25 with not a care in the world and anticipation in their hearts for the future together as Mr & Mrs John Jenkins. He had just bought her a new BMW Sports, in shocking pink. Dawn was driving at about seventy-five miles per hour with the hood down. It was winter but the sun was in the late afternoon sky and after all it was a Beamer Sports, when their car hit a patch of oil on the motorway, the pink BMW skidded on the oil, careering off the tarmac onto the embankment slope. She was thrown from the car and landed in a dusting of lightly covered snowdrops. John, regaining his senses from the bump he had suffered on his head crawled free of the wrecked car which was upside down.
“John,” she said “I can’t feel my leg.”
She never knew that her liver had been ripped in half and blood was rushing into her peritoneum. The abdominal cavity that supported her small intestines was ripped to shreds and exposed to the air. It was no wonder she was unable to feel her legs for they were still under the driving wheel.
John had a broken fibula, his movement was restricted, and he edged slowly towards her with great difficulty saying,
“Don’t worry my darling you will be alright, I am here with you.”
As he grasped her right hand, he noticed it was distorted at an angle, clearly broken in the road traffic accident. He could see she was in a bad way and his own condition prevented any first aid, there was blood seeping out of her lovely body and cascading down the embankment making streams through the snow covered grass bank. The lady who had been following behind them had pulled into the layby having called 999 for an ambulance. It was not to arrive in time it was too late for the newly married Mrs Christine Dawn Jenkins, she died at the scene. John would no longer be up at the crack of dawn!