more about Tanya tonight too , seeing her in the company of others and he was very impressed.
I could fall for this woman he thought and quickly discounted that notion as the drink altering his very determined mind that love was not on the cards for him and never would be.
Tanya came into her dimly lit living room then interrupting his thoughts. She was wearing a lilac negligee that clung to her bosom figure, immediately giving him an erection. She was beautiful, and downright sexy he thought as she took his hand and led him into her bedroom
**********
“H ow do you do that he asked ? ” as they were lying entwined in each other’s arms having made the most passionate love he had ever experienced.
“ Do what ? ” she asked running her French polished fingernails through his chest hair.
“Enjoy sex as much as you do, when you work with sex all day long?” he asked.
“How do you when you work with murders all day long ? ” she asked.
Answering another question with a question he thought.
When would she ever show just a little bit of herself?
When would she let him inside her head?
What was she hiding of herself?
They both then fell into a contented sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Saturday 5 th April
Paul was spitting nails tonight, ready to kill! It was ten o’clock and he’d just arrived home from Bill’s party.
“If that fucking prick humiliates me again I swear I will deck him” he said aloud, pacing his flat like a demented lunatic.
“Fucking prancing about with his posh tart, like he was someone special, and showing me up yet again!” he raged.
Stephen had introduced his team to Tanya , his girlfriend, who was Paul, had to admit a bit of a stunner, lord knows how tha t Pratt had managed to pull her.
He had introduced all the other guys in a pleasant way but when he had got to Paul he had said.
“This is Paul aka Cracker, our criminal profiler” he had laughed, and all the lads had burst out laughing in unison.
He had taken the piss out of him again , he constantly undermined his skills, didn’t take anything he said seriously, treated him like the office idiot!
The only one that hadn’t laughed was Vera, she had caught sight of Pauls face and seen the impact those words had on him and had looked away with uneasiness. She had even endeavoured to console him later on in the evening, told him not to take it to heart, but Paul was inconsolable and left early before he did something that he might regret.
He had thought about it, he’d thought about going up and punching the fucker on the nose, showing him up in front of his girlfriend, the girlfriend who incidentally was the therapist to our current murder suspect.
She was a sex therapist at that, he had kept that quiet. How had he met her, probably accessing treatment himself?
She was a ll smiles and flowery talk, she wasn’t miss sweetie pie he could tell, probably had sex with her clients to show them how it should be done. Hope she gave him a dose of the clap!
He had still been fuming about Stephen’s comment on Thursday when he’d asked to interview the suspect, covertly suggested that he would make a fuck up of it, and then let ting bloody Laurel and Hardy do the deed. Now this, Stephen had added fuel to an already burning fire, now he would pay. Paul didn’t know how or when but what he did believe in was Karma and he felt sure that Karma would come through.
He believed that in the end Karma would catch him up and dish him right back all that he has dished out to others, and when it did Paul would laugh.
Derek and John, or Laurel and Hardy as he liked to call them, hadn’t done much better, they hadn’t got a confession out of the suspect, but rather than admit that this was probably because he was innocent, they think he’s clever and covering his back.
They were just a pair of bully boys, who manipulated suspects, twisted their words to fit the crime and then boasted
I could fall for this woman he thought and quickly discounted that notion as the drink altering his very determined mind that love was not on the cards for him and never would be.
Tanya came into her dimly lit living room then interrupting his thoughts. She was wearing a lilac negligee that clung to her bosom figure, immediately giving him an erection. She was beautiful, and downright sexy he thought as she took his hand and led him into her bedroom
**********
“H ow do you do that he asked ? ” as they were lying entwined in each other’s arms having made the most passionate love he had ever experienced.
“ Do what ? ” she asked running her French polished fingernails through his chest hair.
“Enjoy sex as much as you do, when you work with sex all day long?” he asked.
“How do you when you work with murders all day long ? ” she asked.
Answering another question with a question he thought.
When would she ever show just a little bit of herself?
When would she let him inside her head?
What was she hiding of herself?
They both then fell into a contented sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Saturday 5 th April
Paul was spitting nails tonight, ready to kill! It was ten o’clock and he’d just arrived home from Bill’s party.
“If that fucking prick humiliates me again I swear I will deck him” he said aloud, pacing his flat like a demented lunatic.
“Fucking prancing about with his posh tart, like he was someone special, and showing me up yet again!” he raged.
Stephen had introduced his team to Tanya , his girlfriend, who was Paul, had to admit a bit of a stunner, lord knows how tha t Pratt had managed to pull her.
He had introduced all the other guys in a pleasant way but when he had got to Paul he had said.
“This is Paul aka Cracker, our criminal profiler” he had laughed, and all the lads had burst out laughing in unison.
He had taken the piss out of him again , he constantly undermined his skills, didn’t take anything he said seriously, treated him like the office idiot!
The only one that hadn’t laughed was Vera, she had caught sight of Pauls face and seen the impact those words had on him and had looked away with uneasiness. She had even endeavoured to console him later on in the evening, told him not to take it to heart, but Paul was inconsolable and left early before he did something that he might regret.
He had thought about it, he’d thought about going up and punching the fucker on the nose, showing him up in front of his girlfriend, the girlfriend who incidentally was the therapist to our current murder suspect.
She was a sex therapist at that, he had kept that quiet. How had he met her, probably accessing treatment himself?
She was a ll smiles and flowery talk, she wasn’t miss sweetie pie he could tell, probably had sex with her clients to show them how it should be done. Hope she gave him a dose of the clap!
He had still been fuming about Stephen’s comment on Thursday when he’d asked to interview the suspect, covertly suggested that he would make a fuck up of it, and then let ting bloody Laurel and Hardy do the deed. Now this, Stephen had added fuel to an already burning fire, now he would pay. Paul didn’t know how or when but what he did believe in was Karma and he felt sure that Karma would come through.
He believed that in the end Karma would catch him up and dish him right back all that he has dished out to others, and when it did Paul would laugh.
Derek and John, or Laurel and Hardy as he liked to call them, hadn’t done much better, they hadn’t got a confession out of the suspect, but rather than admit that this was probably because he was innocent, they think he’s clever and covering his back.
They were just a pair of bully boys, who manipulated suspects, twisted their words to fit the crime and then boasted
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