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the taxi. She opened the door for him as he approached.
"Hi Guv," she smiled.
"Come on Candy cane, call me Todd, we're not at work now." Todd smiled back.
"Sorry Guv, I mean Todd; it's hard to know where I am, I never seem to be anywhere other than work."
"I know the feeling, are the lads here?"
"Yeah, they're already on the lane. They got number one."
"Oh fucks sake, I hate that lane." Todd had a superstition about being on an end lane. His lucky number was five so he preferred to play on that one.
"Well Handsome has just scored a Turkey." Candace informed him, "He's been winking his bollocks off at all the birds in here as well."
"Ha, I bet he doesn't score that when the match starts." Todd said knowing that three strikes in a row were highly unusual for the young officer.
They got a round of drinks in, Todd downing a quick whisky at the bar so he could catch up with the others; and then went down to the lanes. Todd had his own shoes and fourteen pound bowling ball which he had brought with him.
"Here he is." Rani, the Coroner shouted, clapping Todd on the back as he sat to change his shoes.
"Hi Rani, got anything to tell me?" Todd asked hopefully.
"Hey no job, remember?" Rani took a sip of his lemonade, "But no, nothing; sorry."
"Worth a try," Todd sniffed. "Oy Handsome I heard you scored a Turkey?"
"Yes Guv, it was supreme." Matthew swung his arm towards Todd. "Straight down the line." He pointed to the scoreboard where the three consecutive crosses proved Todd's subordinate's score.
"Well that's great, let's keep that up. I could do with a good win." Todd looked around him to see if Tessa was anywhere to be seen, he had hoped to spend some time with her outside of work. People were always different away from the station and Todd thought Tessa would be even more desirable away from the pressures of the front counter. A bell rang loudly in the hall signalling the beginning of the bowling competition. A last look around showed Todd that Tessa was nowhere to be seen. He took a swig of his cider, stretched his back, clicked his fingers and stepped up to play the first round of the evening.
-x-
21:00 hours
Three hours and twenty rounds of bowling later and Todd's back was beginning to feel the strain of the constant throw of the ball. He stretched his arms up in the air and reached over to his left to stretch the muscles on the right of his back then bent over to touch his toes.
"No need to bow," Candace appeared at the entrance to the bowling lane after having disappeared for the last ten minutes.
"Where have you been?" Todd asked her.
"Just visiting the ladies; how are we doing?"
"Pile of crap, I've been bowling like a bitch." Todd bent down to remove his bowling shoes as Matthew was about to bowl the final round of the night. Their joint score of seven hundred and eighty from a five man team was not taking them any further in the Met Police championships and Todd just wanted to hit the bar.
"Come on Candy Cane; let's get the next round in." Todd walked over to the other three team members and told them he was off to the bar. "Guv, don't you want to see the Turkey?" Matthew asked him, sauntering up to the balls lined up in their rack.
"Bit fucking late for that." Todd grimaced, "We'd need a whole farm of the fuckers to win now; look at that lot." Todd indicated to the group of bowlers, three lanes up who were busily high fiving each other and taking bows; obviously aware of their win against their colleagues.
"Bloody East London," Todd grimaced again, "We'll never live that down. Oh well, we were just unlucky" he said, although he knew the case was the only thing he could concentrate on at the moment. He kept picturing the lolly popping out of its fleshy bed and hearing the squelch of flesh as it was pulled out. Todd found it particularly gruesome and a very hard thing to forget. As exercise hadn't worked, it was time to turn to alcohol.
"Come on; bar." He pulled on his shoes and strode purposefully
"Hi Guv," she smiled.
"Come on Candy cane, call me Todd, we're not at work now." Todd smiled back.
"Sorry Guv, I mean Todd; it's hard to know where I am, I never seem to be anywhere other than work."
"I know the feeling, are the lads here?"
"Yeah, they're already on the lane. They got number one."
"Oh fucks sake, I hate that lane." Todd had a superstition about being on an end lane. His lucky number was five so he preferred to play on that one.
"Well Handsome has just scored a Turkey." Candace informed him, "He's been winking his bollocks off at all the birds in here as well."
"Ha, I bet he doesn't score that when the match starts." Todd said knowing that three strikes in a row were highly unusual for the young officer.
They got a round of drinks in, Todd downing a quick whisky at the bar so he could catch up with the others; and then went down to the lanes. Todd had his own shoes and fourteen pound bowling ball which he had brought with him.
"Here he is." Rani, the Coroner shouted, clapping Todd on the back as he sat to change his shoes.
"Hi Rani, got anything to tell me?" Todd asked hopefully.
"Hey no job, remember?" Rani took a sip of his lemonade, "But no, nothing; sorry."
"Worth a try," Todd sniffed. "Oy Handsome I heard you scored a Turkey?"
"Yes Guv, it was supreme." Matthew swung his arm towards Todd. "Straight down the line." He pointed to the scoreboard where the three consecutive crosses proved Todd's subordinate's score.
"Well that's great, let's keep that up. I could do with a good win." Todd looked around him to see if Tessa was anywhere to be seen, he had hoped to spend some time with her outside of work. People were always different away from the station and Todd thought Tessa would be even more desirable away from the pressures of the front counter. A bell rang loudly in the hall signalling the beginning of the bowling competition. A last look around showed Todd that Tessa was nowhere to be seen. He took a swig of his cider, stretched his back, clicked his fingers and stepped up to play the first round of the evening.
-x-
21:00 hours
Three hours and twenty rounds of bowling later and Todd's back was beginning to feel the strain of the constant throw of the ball. He stretched his arms up in the air and reached over to his left to stretch the muscles on the right of his back then bent over to touch his toes.
"No need to bow," Candace appeared at the entrance to the bowling lane after having disappeared for the last ten minutes.
"Where have you been?" Todd asked her.
"Just visiting the ladies; how are we doing?"
"Pile of crap, I've been bowling like a bitch." Todd bent down to remove his bowling shoes as Matthew was about to bowl the final round of the night. Their joint score of seven hundred and eighty from a five man team was not taking them any further in the Met Police championships and Todd just wanted to hit the bar.
"Come on Candy Cane; let's get the next round in." Todd walked over to the other three team members and told them he was off to the bar. "Guv, don't you want to see the Turkey?" Matthew asked him, sauntering up to the balls lined up in their rack.
"Bit fucking late for that." Todd grimaced, "We'd need a whole farm of the fuckers to win now; look at that lot." Todd indicated to the group of bowlers, three lanes up who were busily high fiving each other and taking bows; obviously aware of their win against their colleagues.
"Bloody East London," Todd grimaced again, "We'll never live that down. Oh well, we were just unlucky" he said, although he knew the case was the only thing he could concentrate on at the moment. He kept picturing the lolly popping out of its fleshy bed and hearing the squelch of flesh as it was pulled out. Todd found it particularly gruesome and a very hard thing to forget. As exercise hadn't worked, it was time to turn to alcohol.
"Come on; bar." He pulled on his shoes and strode purposefully
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