![]() Tracy Waterhouse was still wet behind the ears, although she wouldn't admit to it. West Yorkshire in 1975, awash with serial killers. Donald Neilson, the Black Panther from Bradford, hadn't been captured yet and Harold Shipman had probably already started killing patients unlucky enough to be under his care in Pontefract General Infirmary. They would both see the beginning of the Ripper's killing spree but Arkwright would be retired long before the end of it. WPC Tracy Waterhouse, a big, graceless girl only just off probation, and PC Ken Arkwright, a stout white Yorkshireman with a heart of lard. By the time they neared the top they were resting at every turn of the stair. ![]() The two PCs huffed and puffed their way up the stairs. They had been told that it was on the fifteenth floor of the flats in Lovell Park and-of course-the lifts were broken. It was growing bigger with every step she took. In the middle of it all, Tracy Waterhouse was only concerned with the hole in one of the toes of her tights. The Black and White Minstrel Show is still on television, John Poulson is still in jail. At the end of the month Saigon falls to the North Vietnamese army. At the beginning of the month, in Albuquerque, Bill Gates founds what will become Microsoft. Margaret Thatcher is the new leader of the Conservative Party. ![]() ![]() Gaslight still flickering on some streets. Leeds: "Motorway City of the Seventies." A proud slogan. ![]()
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