The water darkened as the ponds ordinarily sedate sediment was dispersed by the thrashing of John and Peters bodies.
From out of the chaos John screamed. “Help! He’s drowning.”
In the distance flashing blue lights continued their disappearing act before reappearing as another undulation; a standard feature of the moors; impeded their speed. The emergency services were getting ever closer. Still, the men struggled.
Police cars skidded to a halt; lights still on. DCI Rivers and his team arrived in time to pull John the escaped help-seeking psychopath off his victim.