updating that Moore and Jennings were in a serious condition and needed urgent medical attention.
Then came the hardest update he would ever have to give.
“Sgt Marriot's.................”
Snakes and Ladders
Chapter Five
DI Anaura sat behind his desk in the Vice unit office in the City's Central District Police Station. He looked down at his stylish Storm watch, and not for the first time that week he saw that it had gone past eight o'clock in the evening, three hours after the time he should have finished. Anaura rubbed his closely cropped hair while tilting his head to one side, his wife Laura was not going to be happy with him; again.
Detective Inspector Peter Anaura, warrant number A001, was an unusual sight in the City's Police Force, not to mention the UK in general because of his unique appearance. Anaura, the product of a mixed marriage between his mother a British doctor, and his father a New Zealand Maori, was very distinguishable from those around him, something that had been a positive from time to time with the opposite sex.
In nineteen sixty seven, Anuara's mother, Kate, had emigrated to New Zealand to practise as a physician after finishing university and feeling as though she had missed out on the opportunity to travel after spending seven years qualifying as a doctor in Southampton, Hampshire. Kate had seen the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, see another country and use her hard earned Ph.D. to finance it. After arriving in the country it hadn't taken long for her to become fascinated with the Maori people and their culture after treating a number of the interesting ethnic group in her hospital in Wellington.
And on one weekend during a busy double shift in the Emergency room, she was met by the sight of a tall, good looking and colossal Maori named Mani Anaura. Mani had been playing rugby for a local team when his eyebrow had been torn by a stray boot stud from the opposition during a 'Forwards' maul. It would have been a stretch to call it love at first sight but it was certainly lust at first sight; love came later. After a year of dating the couple married in a Christian church followed by a traditional Maori ceremony called a Karakea and moved into an apartment in the centre of Wellington.
Peter Anaura was born on 13th August nineteen seventy one, a year after his parents union. And with what seemed to be a running trend in Peter's family, he was big, weighing in at over ten pounds, a fact that his mother reminded him of whenever he complained of an ache or pain. In her eyes whatever injury he had sustained, it could never have been as bad as what she had gone through giving birth to him. The approach meant that he would only ever moan if he was really hurt which was when his mother would rush to care for him. The family lived in New Zealand for a further twelve years before moving to Portsmouth, Hampshire in England when his maternal grandfather’s health had deteriorated. During the years in New Zealand, Peter had taken an interest in Rugby and Maori culture whilst never forgetting his Western roots, something his father had instilled in him. In his father's words he 'wasn't Maori or British; he was both.
After his arrival in Portsmouth in nineteen eighty three, Anaura enrolled at the prestigious Portsmouth Grammar School which was not far from the city's harbour. Although he was excited at the prospect of attending school in his mother's homeland, it didn't take long before his 'differences' were noticed. Looking more Maori than white quickly drew the negative attention of the older school bullies who felt the need to terrorise the new foreign boy. However, Peter was not your average sized twelve year old and gave the misguided, older pupils a good kicking, almost getting himself expelled in the process. Luckily for him, a P.E teacher saw potential in this five foot seven twelve year old and got him involved with the school's rugby team which diverted