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Authors: Peter Carroll
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Daily News were perfect for them. They'd chosen the most popular hack, working for the nation's most popular paper: a paper renowned for championing the common man, bemoaning the decline of civilisation and generally stirring it for the authorities whenever they got the chance. Damn! Now the fun and games really would begin.
“Ah, shite. I better go see what he has to say for himself.”
“Yeah, right you are, sir. I'm going to keep examining the scene if that's ok with you?”
Stark nodded and made to move away before realising his befuddled neurones were not linking up as they should.
“Wait, before I go over there...what does the note say this time?”
Katz handed over the evidence bag.
To whom it may concern,
I don't think my message is getting through.
Calvin here liked to shove little old ladies and pregnant women out of his way. Well, I gave him a push in the right direction. He learned a hard lesson in manners and what's right and wrong. I want them all to learn it. It's time to stand up against this tide of inconsideration and selfishness. It's time to reclaim the city for our decent, hard-working citizens. It's time to show respect.
Dwayne, Ernie and Calvin will help light the way.
Yours,
A concerned citizen taking action
There was something curious about this note. Instead of using a plain piece of paper like the others, it was printed on the back of what appeared to be a luggage tag bearing Calvin Jacob's personal details.
“What's with the luggage tag?”
Katz shrugged.
“No idea, sir. Strange huh?”
“Yeah, very,” said Stark, handing the bag back to his partner. “Whoa! Wait a minute. Why is it all in the first person? There's no we or us in that statement - it's all I did this and I think that and it's signed off as A concerned citizen.”
“Actually, yes, you're right, sir. So, what the hell was going on with Martin? Looks like his lush of a wife was talking through the bottom of her vodka bottle after all.”
Stark pulled down on his jaw thoughtfully.
“Well, no, she wasn't as it happens. I checked out her story with the local plod and it turns out it's true. Martin did report being abducted and tied to the front of his truck by a couple of guys. The desk sergeant noted it, and a constable took a statement, but there was nothing more they could do. Martin had no idea where it happened and he never got a look at the two guys because they were wearing werewolf masks. The Sergeant actually thought he might have been making the whole thing up. He put it down to some kind of nightmare that seemed real or overindulging in home-brew.”
Katz drew him a distinctly disapproving look.
“And you were intending on telling me this when, sir?”
“Yeah, ok, I'm sorry, Katz. I would've told you, it's just that, with everything that's been going on, I forgot, and right now it just became highly relevant,” he replied slightly sheepishly.
His partner shook her head slightly and waved him off to speak to Callahan. Sometimes, Katz liked to act as if she was the senior officer. This would help her once that became a reality, in the meantime, he felt like a naughty schoolboy being dismissed by the headmistress. He summoned all his willpower in trying not to imagine Katz as the archetypal teacher in a porno movie, but he failed.
Back on the platform, Stark took Callahan by the elbow, leading him over to a pillar, out of the way of other cops and the rubberneckers being held behind the police cordon.
“Floyd, how did you find out about this?”
The big man tapped his nose again.
“Look, don't fuck about, Floyd. This is deadly serious. I don't have the time or the energy for games. How did you find out about this?”
Callahan actually looked wounded by Stark's curtness.
“Ok, Adam, sorry man, I was only pulling your dick. No need to be so bad-lieutenant about it. Sheesh!”
He pulled out his notebook and flipped to a page about three quarters of the
“Ah, shite. I better go see what he has to say for himself.”
“Yeah, right you are, sir. I'm going to keep examining the scene if that's ok with you?”
Stark nodded and made to move away before realising his befuddled neurones were not linking up as they should.
“Wait, before I go over there...what does the note say this time?”
Katz handed over the evidence bag.
To whom it may concern,
I don't think my message is getting through.
Calvin here liked to shove little old ladies and pregnant women out of his way. Well, I gave him a push in the right direction. He learned a hard lesson in manners and what's right and wrong. I want them all to learn it. It's time to stand up against this tide of inconsideration and selfishness. It's time to reclaim the city for our decent, hard-working citizens. It's time to show respect.
Dwayne, Ernie and Calvin will help light the way.
Yours,
A concerned citizen taking action
There was something curious about this note. Instead of using a plain piece of paper like the others, it was printed on the back of what appeared to be a luggage tag bearing Calvin Jacob's personal details.
“What's with the luggage tag?”
Katz shrugged.
“No idea, sir. Strange huh?”
“Yeah, very,” said Stark, handing the bag back to his partner. “Whoa! Wait a minute. Why is it all in the first person? There's no we or us in that statement - it's all I did this and I think that and it's signed off as A concerned citizen.”
“Actually, yes, you're right, sir. So, what the hell was going on with Martin? Looks like his lush of a wife was talking through the bottom of her vodka bottle after all.”
Stark pulled down on his jaw thoughtfully.
“Well, no, she wasn't as it happens. I checked out her story with the local plod and it turns out it's true. Martin did report being abducted and tied to the front of his truck by a couple of guys. The desk sergeant noted it, and a constable took a statement, but there was nothing more they could do. Martin had no idea where it happened and he never got a look at the two guys because they were wearing werewolf masks. The Sergeant actually thought he might have been making the whole thing up. He put it down to some kind of nightmare that seemed real or overindulging in home-brew.”
Katz drew him a distinctly disapproving look.
“And you were intending on telling me this when, sir?”
“Yeah, ok, I'm sorry, Katz. I would've told you, it's just that, with everything that's been going on, I forgot, and right now it just became highly relevant,” he replied slightly sheepishly.
His partner shook her head slightly and waved him off to speak to Callahan. Sometimes, Katz liked to act as if she was the senior officer. This would help her once that became a reality, in the meantime, he felt like a naughty schoolboy being dismissed by the headmistress. He summoned all his willpower in trying not to imagine Katz as the archetypal teacher in a porno movie, but he failed.
Back on the platform, Stark took Callahan by the elbow, leading him over to a pillar, out of the way of other cops and the rubberneckers being held behind the police cordon.
“Floyd, how did you find out about this?”
The big man tapped his nose again.
“Look, don't fuck about, Floyd. This is deadly serious. I don't have the time or the energy for games. How did you find out about this?”
Callahan actually looked wounded by Stark's curtness.
“Ok, Adam, sorry man, I was only pulling your dick. No need to be so bad-lieutenant about it. Sheesh!”
He pulled out his notebook and flipped to a page about three quarters of the
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