as he took out his mobile phone to update the Chief.
Jackson was also known as “No Marks Jackson”. For when he was a young officer in the scenes of crime department, in those days police officers did the job.
No matter what anyone else suspected or could see when Jackson visited scenes of crime he rarely if ever found any finger prints or in police slang, “marks”.
From those days forward through the ranks until now, nearly at the top of the tree, he retained the name, “No marks Jackson”. Out of hearing range of the speaker of course.
PART FOUR
PEACE AND TRANQUILLITY
“I think it’s a real shame Jack you having to lose your small glass house. You were looking forward so much to growing those plants, still never mind here is a drink and a piece of fruit cake I made just before we left Farnham. It has matured very nicely", said Anne making all efforts to console him.
He remained silent, thinking, but eventually rose from his chair, reached for the mug of tea then in quick time it and the cake was gone.
“I think I might just start doing something else, what if I was to write a book?" said Jack in a rather apprehensive tone.
“Well I never Jack that is a wonderful idea”,
She did all she could to sound enthusiastic but had her doubts he could settle to such a project as writing a book.
“There is the problem of getting it published of course, being a nobody, finding a publisher will be difficult” he now sounded a little pessimistic, but qualified it by saying “there is always the internet I suppose.”
“Why of course, surely with all your experience you could think of something, all those cases you have dealt with I would have thought it would be easy to find a subject of interest to readers”.
“I will certainly give it some thought” he replied.
“I am told the problem with publishing books is that everyone wants to read them but no one wants to pay even a pittance to do so”, he replied.
“I think that might well be the case, you will just have to do it for your own interest”. She said soothingly.
He came back, “I recall speaking with an ex copper. He wrote a book uploaded it, but it did not get a single download. He then heard of this system the internet has of promoting books free, so he tried.”
“What he didn’t realise was, the free bit was not charging him for the promotion it was giving his book away free”.
“In a week well over 1000 people down loaded it, all for free, since then he didn’t get a single download”
“Such is life Jack with such free loaders”.
“One thing for sure”, he mumbled, “they won’t get mine for free even if no one reads the bloody things, on principal”.
“I am told a book can take six to twelve months to write all for some bugger to read for nothing, no way”.
She smiled but said nothing.
He then added, “Not only that having got the bloody book free some leave cryptic comments so as to prevent the author ever selling. Worse, if you look these bad reviewers up you will see some make a hobby of it. They go from book to book leaving cryptic comments, destroying the dreams of some person who at least tired to achieve something”.
She left the room and began to do the ironing, after some time she could hear him in his study it appeared he was up to something.
Two hours later Anne arrived in the study. Jack was now asleep, head back, mouth open, slight dripping from the side of his mouth. At first, she wondered if he had succumbed to a stroke attack.
She spoke, “Jack”,
He awoke with a jolt almost knocking the cup over.
“Are you ok my love?” She asked
“Yes, yes, just nodded off”.
She put down the drink, turned and left but as she did so, she saw, he had moved around the items in his room, desk, chair, drawers and cupboards all rearranged. As long as it suited him, that pleased her.
“Ah” he thought “when I go to Chester I will get some kit, a note pad, dictating
Jackson was also known as “No Marks Jackson”. For when he was a young officer in the scenes of crime department, in those days police officers did the job.
No matter what anyone else suspected or could see when Jackson visited scenes of crime he rarely if ever found any finger prints or in police slang, “marks”.
From those days forward through the ranks until now, nearly at the top of the tree, he retained the name, “No marks Jackson”. Out of hearing range of the speaker of course.
PART FOUR
PEACE AND TRANQUILLITY
“I think it’s a real shame Jack you having to lose your small glass house. You were looking forward so much to growing those plants, still never mind here is a drink and a piece of fruit cake I made just before we left Farnham. It has matured very nicely", said Anne making all efforts to console him.
He remained silent, thinking, but eventually rose from his chair, reached for the mug of tea then in quick time it and the cake was gone.
“I think I might just start doing something else, what if I was to write a book?" said Jack in a rather apprehensive tone.
“Well I never Jack that is a wonderful idea”,
She did all she could to sound enthusiastic but had her doubts he could settle to such a project as writing a book.
“There is the problem of getting it published of course, being a nobody, finding a publisher will be difficult” he now sounded a little pessimistic, but qualified it by saying “there is always the internet I suppose.”
“Why of course, surely with all your experience you could think of something, all those cases you have dealt with I would have thought it would be easy to find a subject of interest to readers”.
“I will certainly give it some thought” he replied.
“I am told the problem with publishing books is that everyone wants to read them but no one wants to pay even a pittance to do so”, he replied.
“I think that might well be the case, you will just have to do it for your own interest”. She said soothingly.
He came back, “I recall speaking with an ex copper. He wrote a book uploaded it, but it did not get a single download. He then heard of this system the internet has of promoting books free, so he tried.”
“What he didn’t realise was, the free bit was not charging him for the promotion it was giving his book away free”.
“In a week well over 1000 people down loaded it, all for free, since then he didn’t get a single download”
“Such is life Jack with such free loaders”.
“One thing for sure”, he mumbled, “they won’t get mine for free even if no one reads the bloody things, on principal”.
“I am told a book can take six to twelve months to write all for some bugger to read for nothing, no way”.
She smiled but said nothing.
He then added, “Not only that having got the bloody book free some leave cryptic comments so as to prevent the author ever selling. Worse, if you look these bad reviewers up you will see some make a hobby of it. They go from book to book leaving cryptic comments, destroying the dreams of some person who at least tired to achieve something”.
She left the room and began to do the ironing, after some time she could hear him in his study it appeared he was up to something.
Two hours later Anne arrived in the study. Jack was now asleep, head back, mouth open, slight dripping from the side of his mouth. At first, she wondered if he had succumbed to a stroke attack.
She spoke, “Jack”,
He awoke with a jolt almost knocking the cup over.
“Are you ok my love?” She asked
“Yes, yes, just nodded off”.
She put down the drink, turned and left but as she did so, she saw, he had moved around the items in his room, desk, chair, drawers and cupboards all rearranged. As long as it suited him, that pleased her.
“Ah” he thought “when I go to Chester I will get some kit, a note pad, dictating
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