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office going through the crime reports which had been recorded that morning. Being a Sunday had no real effect on the crime figures; it was just the type of crime which changed. Rather than the weekday reports of shoplifting, theft employee and the very rare bank robbery; weekends tended to be taken up with drunken brawls, domestic assaults and sexual offences. If anything a police officer was busier at the weekends and any Public Holiday would ensure the triple pay they received was well and truly earned.
As Todd went over the statement of Stacy James, the girlfriend of Davey Danley who had now moved on from theft to domestic violence; a knock came at his door.
"Yes," he called out.
"Guv," Candace Whelan walked in the room.
"Candace, tell me we have something."
"Sorry Guv, no leads at all and I'm sorry to say that the bags weren't in the safe." Candace pulled at her shoulder length auburn hair. "Tessa said they should have been collected and are probably in transit. I'm so sorry I didn't take them, but they will get there soon. As for getting the neighbours to talk, I'm literally pulling my hair out," she told him.
"No surprise really," Todd said. "Fern Bridge doesn't exactly give it up easily. No one likes a grass."
"Yeah but you'd think under the circumstances..."
"We are the enemy," shrugged Todd. He got up from his chair and got his summer jacket from the back of his office door. He really wanted to bawl Candace out for her mishandling of the evidence but decided it would do no good, he gave a silent prayer that the evidence would find its way to the Lab and not end up on a delivery driver's van floor, forgotten and lost.
"Too hot for that coat." Candace said pointing out the window at the clear blue sky outside.
"Trust me it will rain later," Todd informed her.
"Guv, its thirty degrees and it's the middle of summer." She smoothed her hands down her figure hugging t-shirt and tight jeans. "I'm sweating in this; I could never wear a coat."
"This is England," Todd smiled, "Never trust the weather. Now I'm going home to get ready for tonight, will I see you at the Alley?"
"Well yes, I am in the team." Candace laughed, "Maybe we could go for a drink after?" she asked Todd hopefully.
"Stranger things have happened." Todd agreed, "Depends how well you play."
"Strike," Candace motioned the bowling action.
"There better be plenty of them tonight girl, come on let's stretch our legs and see what Olinsbury is up to before we get home."
-x-
18:00 hours
Todd caught a taxi to the Olinsbury bowl; it was turning into a balmy summer's evening, clear blue sky, windless and a perfect evening to get absolutely trollied. The day had been a complete waste; no one had said a word to police about Mandy Thomas. CCTV did not appear to be available on Fern Bridge and some poor sap had to spend the whole of the coming week checking out film from the three local supermarkets to see if by any chance Mandy had popped in with her would-be attacker. DNA was a possibility but it was an excruciating wait to find out; Todd had decided to leave the car and his job behind him and put all his effort into the bowling challenge and into getting drunk.
As the taxi pulled up to Olinsbury Bowl, Todd wondered how the place was still standing. It had been at Olinsbury for as long as he could remember; pre-fabricated panels of cement which made the large space that housed thirty lands of bowling. Based directly on the flight path of the Olinsbury airport, Todd could feel the building shake every time a plane flew over. To be fair, the place was a shit hole, but Todd found bowling a good way to release his frustrations. It was a way to socialise without really having to talk to anyone for long periods of time. His team and he could drink and chat about the game they played, all agreeing to the rule of not talking shop.
D.S. Candace Whelan stood at the front door looking out of the glass panels and smiling brightly as she spied Todd getting out of
As Todd went over the statement of Stacy James, the girlfriend of Davey Danley who had now moved on from theft to domestic violence; a knock came at his door.
"Yes," he called out.
"Guv," Candace Whelan walked in the room.
"Candace, tell me we have something."
"Sorry Guv, no leads at all and I'm sorry to say that the bags weren't in the safe." Candace pulled at her shoulder length auburn hair. "Tessa said they should have been collected and are probably in transit. I'm so sorry I didn't take them, but they will get there soon. As for getting the neighbours to talk, I'm literally pulling my hair out," she told him.
"No surprise really," Todd said. "Fern Bridge doesn't exactly give it up easily. No one likes a grass."
"Yeah but you'd think under the circumstances..."
"We are the enemy," shrugged Todd. He got up from his chair and got his summer jacket from the back of his office door. He really wanted to bawl Candace out for her mishandling of the evidence but decided it would do no good, he gave a silent prayer that the evidence would find its way to the Lab and not end up on a delivery driver's van floor, forgotten and lost.
"Too hot for that coat." Candace said pointing out the window at the clear blue sky outside.
"Trust me it will rain later," Todd informed her.
"Guv, its thirty degrees and it's the middle of summer." She smoothed her hands down her figure hugging t-shirt and tight jeans. "I'm sweating in this; I could never wear a coat."
"This is England," Todd smiled, "Never trust the weather. Now I'm going home to get ready for tonight, will I see you at the Alley?"
"Well yes, I am in the team." Candace laughed, "Maybe we could go for a drink after?" she asked Todd hopefully.
"Stranger things have happened." Todd agreed, "Depends how well you play."
"Strike," Candace motioned the bowling action.
"There better be plenty of them tonight girl, come on let's stretch our legs and see what Olinsbury is up to before we get home."
-x-
18:00 hours
Todd caught a taxi to the Olinsbury bowl; it was turning into a balmy summer's evening, clear blue sky, windless and a perfect evening to get absolutely trollied. The day had been a complete waste; no one had said a word to police about Mandy Thomas. CCTV did not appear to be available on Fern Bridge and some poor sap had to spend the whole of the coming week checking out film from the three local supermarkets to see if by any chance Mandy had popped in with her would-be attacker. DNA was a possibility but it was an excruciating wait to find out; Todd had decided to leave the car and his job behind him and put all his effort into the bowling challenge and into getting drunk.
As the taxi pulled up to Olinsbury Bowl, Todd wondered how the place was still standing. It had been at Olinsbury for as long as he could remember; pre-fabricated panels of cement which made the large space that housed thirty lands of bowling. Based directly on the flight path of the Olinsbury airport, Todd could feel the building shake every time a plane flew over. To be fair, the place was a shit hole, but Todd found bowling a good way to release his frustrations. It was a way to socialise without really having to talk to anyone for long periods of time. His team and he could drink and chat about the game they played, all agreeing to the rule of not talking shop.
D.S. Candace Whelan stood at the front door looking out of the glass panels and smiling brightly as she spied Todd getting out of
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