malicious comms drop because Mehenni wouldnât accept responsibility for the crim dam.â
Another Bloody Mary had appeared in front of her. Furtively someone passed Sergeant Thompsonâs card under the table for her to sign. She saw written, Never liked you and added her own inevitable insult: Good riddance to bad rubbish .
She glanced across at the other officers. Thompson had been given a plastic cock and it was being passed around, in and out of trouser flies. The team was like a pack of dogs, each fitting in as best they could, neither sweet-natured nor nasty, just a member of the group. She longed to merge herself in this identity and pull the sledge with the others. They were a breed apart, mysteriously but somehow unavoidably tainted by their labour. If you were one of them, it was best to be truly one of them.
Hadley was talking. âI wanted to ask you about the complaint.â
It was a weary subject and she didnât want to get drawn in, but she was tired and it was easier to stay here than to make the effortto join in with the others. All that cock business would be really trying. Her fatigue was compounded by the increasing effect of alcohol. Perhaps she should give up and go home to her bed, but, she told herself, it would look bad to leave so early. Besides, as she barely admitted, even though it was silly, she couldnât help herself waiting, hoping. She glanced around the room. She could not see Shaw.
Hadley muttered into his beer, âIâve got a board coming up.â
âYes?â
âItâs for training school. If I get it, itâll take me off the streets.â
âYou gonna be a shiny arse?â
âAll right, Cagney, give me a break. Iâm too old for early turn and freezing crime scenes. Only three more years to go and then Iâm off.â
She glanced at her watch. If Shaw didnât turn up, she would give up and leave in five minutes. Then she saw him, standing at the bar. He was away from the main crowd, talking to one of the skippers. He glanced over to her and made a drinking gesture. She tapped her glass and gave a thumbs-up. There, in spite of herself, was that involuntary hope again, that excitement that was almost physical and had nothing to do with anything she had dared to even think through.
Hadley was still speaking. âIf you could just say you were in the room the whole time . . . Say itâs not true what sheâs claiming.â
Arif gestured to her to come and join him in some dancing. He had somehow got hold of a feather boa. She waved back at him. Later . The eveningâs prospects were improving.
âBut Hadley, I wasnât there . . .â
âItâs not bloody true what sheâs saying â Iâll tell you exactly what happened and you just repeat it in a statement. Then itâll be resolved locally. Otherwise itâll take bloody ages. The bloody inspector could have knocked it on the head, but heâs got an eye on promotion.â
âThat doesnât sound like the guvânor.â
âI didnât mean our guvânor. I meant Inspector Grosz. It wasnât passed to Shaw, was it? He wasnât allowed to deal.â
She remembered vaguely the mention of a solicitor at the front desk. Perhaps heâd insisted on a different, independent inspector.
âHadley, itâll all get sorted . . .â
âBut too late for the board.â
She couldnât see what the fuss was about. He could survive three more years of crime scenes, surely? This was the bit where cops were supposed to keep their head down and bide their time in anticipation of the handshake.
A Bloody Mary was placed on the table in front of her. The guvânor joined them, taking a seat opposite her. She took a sip of her drink, trying not to betray her pleasure in his arrival. She had to work out how to enjoy rather than suffer these five minutes of his company.
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