The Extraordinary Life of Crime: Twenty-Eight Unrelated Short Stories of Crime

By Arfer Apple

The Extraordinary Life of Crime is about twenty eight individual unrelated crime today.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: May 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664105171

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Contents

Story 1Collateral Damage

Story 2The Copy Cat

Story 3Buck’s

Story 4The Doctor

Story 5Border Town

Story 6The Father and Daughter Act

Story 7A Trip to My Past

Story 8Catching Up

Story 9Hand Ball

Story 10A Man With No Face

Story 11The Twins

Story 12The Money-Laundry

Story 13Confession of a Part Time Hit Man

Story 14The Hostages

Story 15The Lawyer

Story 16Sweet Revenge

Story 17Unforgiven

Story 18The Time Line

Story 19Undercover

Story 20Going Back

Story 21The Set Up

Story 22The Chase

Story 23The Snatch

Story 24The Profiler

Story 2530 Years of Freedom

Story 26The Diamond Heist

Story 27The Baker’s Dozen

Story 28The Family Reunion

Author Biography

This book is

dedicated to all the people of the

world who like me have survived cancer, and now

continue to live their lives once again.

Story 1

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Collateral Damage

With my wife Julie who has just arrived home from her position as the head doctor on night shift in the Trauma Unit at the hospital.

I put on a brave face and made the coffee then placed a bowl of meusli on the kitchen table. I did ask if she would like some poached eggs on toast. Just pass the vodka bottle please. Was the reply from Julie. I sat and watch Julie pour the vodka over the meusli. I could tell once again that the night shift had not gone well for her. A knock on the door and my right hand Sgt John Fitch had arrived to take me into another day in the world of crime in this tropical city. My wife stood up and I got the full passion of her love for me in what some would call a kiss of perfection.

With no children and only a pet parrot called Charlie who was talking about Toast for Charlie, toast for Charlie. The parrot got his wish before I headed for the car.

Commander Blanche Sales was already burning my ear about a Joe Sharply who like to be known as the Godfather.

He was a nasty piece of work, he was not on my Christmas card list and I was certainty not on his. A long relationship of sticking my nose into his world of crime was the problem I did believe.

With a Nick Brickshaw in Witness Protection under the watchful eye of Insp Isabell Margot. She must of closed her eyes for a moment because I was now standing in the morgue looking at the body of Nick Brickshaw. A brief history lesson about Nick Brickshaw was given to me by Insp Isabell Margot. He had been in isolation from his past down south for three years now. This was about to open a can of worms. I already had the last movements of Nick Brickshaw who went for breakfast at a local cafe, while he studied the racing paper. Then he placed all his bets on a phone account. Very successful with a bank account of just over half a million dollars. A thick cheese and pickle sandwich for the cafe for his lunch at the local bookmakers. He also sat alone and made hardly any contact with the same people he saw seven days a week. Insp Isabell Margot had a suspect for the killing in her sight’s a local naughty boy Paul Times, and his shadow the sweet talking Joe Adams, both of these local nut-wits were on the pay roll of the so called Godfather Joe Sharply.

With Insp Isabell Margot now off on another mission and the strange comment from her that was Best of luck with this one. I looked at my sidekick Sgt John Fitch who simply told me She is only covering her ass after a major cock up in her so called protection for a witness under her care.

Simply playing politics was my reply

I look at a photograph of the old Nick Brickshaw and the old version with a beard. I had a call to go upstairs and visit the holiest of places the Office of Commander Blanche Sales. Dressed in her designer suit and chewing on a chocolate muffin, I was told to help myself to a muffin and then sit down like a naughty school boy.

"Well Chief Inspector Elton Fried is there anything on the horizon in the case of Nick Bradshaw’s unfortunate demise.

Stick a stuck up cow, why couldn’t she just say his death. A thought had crossed my mind of hell does she even afford all these designer outfits?

A explanation of what, how and when I knew about the death of Nick Bradshaw. Playing mind games I thought to myself.

He lived alone same routine everyday, breakfast at cafe, study the racing, pick up thick cheese roll for his lunch then off to the bookmakers O’ I forgot he made his bet’s over the phone!!

Spent day in the corner of the betting shop drinking free tea and eating free biscuits plus of course his mouse-trap!!

Mouse trap? asked Blanch Sales.

Yes, his cheese roll I replied with a smile.

I took a deep breath and look to see if Blanch Sales was even awake. On the Grapevine the word is poor old Blanch who is well past her used by date, has the habit of nodding off when you are talking to her.

Um well a meat lovers pizza for dinner seven nights a week, his flat was basic, a TV. a chair and he moved his bed into the lounge room. Fridge only milk and tea bags inside and a water-jug. Wardrobe two suits and seven pair’s of shoes one set for each day then again he did wear a crisp white shirt every day. That’s it, no visitors, only a weekly call from bird brain. Insp Isabelle Margot. That’s about it!!

There was a long silence in the air, and finally the lips moved and the mouth of Blanch Sales open up with the words It’s not the first one under her watchful eye who has ended up being found shot in the witness protection. This Insp Isabelle Margot must of had her eye closed and her ears in other places!! The loud voice of Blanch Sales had spoken.

I mention the two people of intrest Paul Times and Joe Adams who both worked for the local so called Godfather Joe Sharpley.

Another long pause of silence before Blanche Sales ask me what I was doing sitting on my ass in her office when I should be out trying to find the killer of Nick Bradshaw.

Action was needed so I went for a drive to Dino’s Restaurant owned by Joe Sharpley. In the front door walked Paul Times who took a window seat, where he was handed a beer and a brown envelope by the waiter. A present from Joe Sharply I imagine. The Godfather was too smart to make actual contact with Paul Times himself. Somebody who did catch my eye coming into the restaurant and strutting like a peacock was Judy Thompson the office manager of Blanche Sales. The meeting of lips of Paul Times and Judy Thompson was a good sight for my photograph album. Cheeky Bitch Sgt John Fitch laugh aloud.

I sent the photograph to the phone of Blanche Sales. I got no reply, from Blanche.

Joe Sharply left like his name Sharply in a car and headed for his transport company depot. Confined to his office for a while, before he did the rounds of this compound to see what was going on. Shouting a lot at people, talking on the phone, nearly all the time. Joe Sharply was what I call a busy man.

I sat with my eyes focus while Sgt John Fitch decided it was time for a afternoon nap. His snoring did annoy me so I had to wake him up.

I was only having a siesta Fitzy tried to explain to me, who was trying not to laugh at his comment.

The afternoon went past me, nothing of interest I decided to head back to the office.

A mumbling about getting a search warrant so we could invade the office of Joe Sharply got a cold response from me, to Fitzoy.

I sat alone in my office and I wanted to try and find out how they located Nick Bradshaw was it by somebody on a vacation up here and just by accident had a good memory for faces even with a beard Nick Bradshaw still was walking around with a bulls eye on his back. Another thought that had now enter my mind that there was a leak. In fact more than a leak more like a running tap from the office of Blanche Sales, by sweet Judy Thompson. With these thoughts I went to see my old friend Wilson Cupton a upbeat shark who liked to bring down members of the police for with his position of commander in The Integrity Unit.

I was simply putting my job on the line, if I was wrong I could simply end up back in uniform or even pushed out the police. Insider rats in the police force were never treated well by other members of the police force. Being a rat was some thing I was uncomfortable. A meeting in the Watering-hole public house a little outside town, down a back street and once a family pub not a gay bar. This place was the second home to Commander Wilson Cupton. I felt a little uncomfortable in there but I could see that Wilson Cupton knew every body in the place and even got a over the bar kiss from Kimmy. A sixfoot five Scot’s man with bright red hair and a touch of pink in his pony tail. I did know this Scotsman do wear kilts but a bright green dress was a little too much for me to absorb being what some would call a straight!!

I began my story, gulping my beer down simply between the facts of my case so far. Reading between the lines Wilson Cupton who was sipping his pink champagne, told me he has had his eyes on Blanche Sales and her side kick Judy Thompson. Reports about mixing with the wrong end of town for financial gain. After six pints of beer, it was time to go home. I had planted the seed and now Wilson Cupton will simply piss on it to make it grow. His words not mine.

I got home and my wife was just off to work. She had made a pink salmon quiche and there was a bowl of salad next to it in the fridge. I shared the salmon quiche with Charlie cockatoo. The salad went everywhere over the table while Charlie went through it like a grand prix driver. Resting in front of the T.V., before I put him back in his cage and went to bed.

In the morning, scrambled eggs on toast for my wife Julie and Charlie cockatoo before I went to work.

When I arrived like a kangaroo I felt all eyes were on me inside the police complex. No finger pointing but I did feel the knives in my back. Fitzy came into my office to inform me that the Integrity Unit had raided the home of Commander Blanch Sales and the flat of her office manager who was found in bed having a Menage a trois with Paul Times and Joe Adams who are also in custody who decided to stand up and be counted bollock naked in a fist fight with uniform police. I just shrugged my shoulders and made the comment That’s life at the top!!

I just hope that both Joe Adams and Paul Times were suitably dressed when I interviewed them later on. I did need to talk to the prime mover in the Menage a trois Judy Thompson. She will be no more sweet and innocent in my eyes.

Sitting and looking sorry for herself was Judy Thompson. O it’s you was the comment I got from Judy with her solicotor Ivan Kramer.

"I have no idea what I am even doing in here trying to bust me for sex crimes is a big mistake, I am over eighteen and God forbid Judy told me.

So were the two men I was in bed with.

I am sorry Judy I think you are not even on the same train as we are!! I said quietly.

Um what where, you could not run a bloody piss up in a brewery, you are what my boss Commander Blanche Sales would describe you as a cane toad even thick as a brick"!!

I produce the photograph of Judy in a passion embrace with Paul Times at Dino’s resturant.

Spying on me now, you should be out trying to catch thieves and killers and drug dealers not following me around like two lost dogs.

Judy was looking at Sgt John Fitch when she made her comment.

In fact I think you two should back off, and open the door at let me go, if you do not I will tell them what you whisper in my ear and sucking my knickers while we have sex on my office desk!!

I had to think that sweet Judy had become sour Judy in a instant. She did not stop there.

For you sex mad Finchy who tried to rape me on the way home from the last Christmas party I got you also in my sight’s!!

The ever silent Ivan Kramer tried to control her What a twisted mind you have Judy, get ya bloody fact’s right girly, the last Christmas party, in my taxi with my wife we drop off Sgt John Fitch at his home all alone, get ya bloody fact’s right, before you start pointing the finger!!

I was angry but I kept my call. I pointed to the photograph of Judy and Paul Times once again.

Ok I am into Paul and he is into me, more ways than one" I had to give him a message and in return I got a bundle of money to give my boss Blanche Sales the bitch, she used me to be in contact with Paul Times who worked for Joe Sharply.

Hey listen cane toad Don’t shoot the fucking messenger ok!!

I got all I needed and with Commander Wilson Cupton. The so called shark in the swimming pool I just knew he had what he needed to give Blanche Sales a good bite on the ass!!

We did have a problem with Paul Times and Joe Adams not only placed under arrest bollock naked and with an erection, we have no real proof even with D.N.A showing nothing on them being involved in the death of Nick Bradshaw.

Sgt John Firth made the comment that Ivan Kramer had not changed over the years, by sitting silent most of the time. I made the comment that I imagine he is still on the pay roll of Joe Sharply.

I decided that it was simply Show Time with Paul Times and Joe Adams. I almost reach the interview room where Paul Times was picking his nose. A phone call from Wilson Cupton who could ruin anybodies day without even trying.

A update from his interview with Blanche Sales had not gone the way we both expected.

Innocent was Blanch Sales after a barrage of words both ways. The conclusion was that I had gone the wrong end of the stick. The word I rang the alarm bell in my head, in other words the bloody interview has gone belly up so it is my fault.

Blanche Sales denied everything, her phone her flat and her bank account showed nothing out of the ordinary. In fact Blanche Sales threw the ball back into the court of Wilson Cupton and told him, that her so called Assisant Judy Thompson was very good at her job.

Nothing came in or went out of the office unless it past the test of Judy Thompson. All mail and phone calls past her through her now grubby little hands. There were calls to Joe Sharply from the office of Blanche Sales to his transport depot and his Resturant Dinos.

It was she said, she said, situation with. Wilson Cupton taking the side of Blanche Sales. It was up to me to arrest Judy Thompson once again and place her in custody. I did comment that she was being held in custody because she was a flight risk. A lot can happen when you turn your back for five minutes. I was inform that Ivan Kramer had made the claim for bail with a judge via his partner a Suzy Kramer his daughter. Bail was granted the moment Judy Thompson walked out of the interview room when no charges had been laid. Again I was told by Wilson Cupton that I had screwed up once again- talk about pushing the buck. I sent two members of my team to get Judy Thompson to make a return visit to the interview room.

At this moment in time I had other fish to catch. Paul Times I had on a hook and now all I had to do was simply reel him in.

With a solicotor by the name of Kathy Frances who did look a little worst for where, sitting like a vulture up on a rock and waiting to pounch. Once the question’s started to flow I found that Paul Times looked at Kathy Frances for the answer. All I got was no comment. A picture of him was produced to show him at a table at Dino’s Resturant recieving a beer plus a brown envelope I did not expect him to say that’s not me, it’s somebody who just look’s like me. The next photograph of tongue kissing with Judy Thompson he also told me this guy is having a real laugh with his impersonation of him. He did then act what I call very stupid and even denied knowing a Judy Thompson. I had to remind him that was the meat in the sandwich with your mate Joe Adams. The comment that she was a street worker who they hired for a cheap hundred dollars.

I think Kathy Frances has had enough and simply told Paul Times to admit to anything that would not criminate himself!!

OK so I know her, she does work in some office up town was the next words that came out of the mouth of Paul Times.

Certain details from within the office were passed on to you and then on to Joe Sharply. Information about certain people of intrest to the police. I put to Paul Times who seem to not know that Judy Thompson actually worked for the police.

I knew he was acting dumb.

I went on to tell him about a person by the name of Nick Bradshaw a one time money man for the mob down south who help himself to a small amount of their cash over the years. When busted by the police he turned evidence over to the police and with his previous boss now in prison he had to go into Witness Protection. For almost four years he was safe until somebody pointed the finger at him.

Paul Times did comment he had no idea who this Nick Bradshaw was, the only Nick he knew was a Nick the Greek a man who owned a fruit shop. When I told him that I had a witness who will testify that she informed you and then you went to your boss Joe Sharply.

The room temperature must of gone up, because Mister Paul Times was getting a little sweaty around the collar.

I went on to ask Paul Times who did the torture on Nick Bradshaw, plucking out his finger nails then breaking every finger on both hands before at last putting Nick Bradshaw out of pain by a simple bullet in the head.

I could see from the face of Paul Times that he had no where to go, in fact I did imagine that his sexual romping partner Joe Adams may have even spat the dummy and pointed the finger at him. I did expect the answer from Paul Times that I recieved. Joe Adams did all the blood sports and he enjoyed it and when he would not tell him where the fifty thousand dollars he stole was hidden he lost the plot and simply shot him in the head.

I just looked at Paul Times and thought what a nasty little man you are dobbing your best mate in. I then asked about what did Joe Sharply have to do with it all. Simply ten thousand up front and ten thousand after the job. We got no information out of this Nick Bradshaw so Joe Sharply was not a happy chappie. He had been paid fifty thousand by some member of the mob down south who wanted his money back or Nick Bradshaw dead.

I had to tell Paul Times the amount of funds that Nick Bradshaw did help himself to over ten years was a sweet ten million. He gave the money to the police and they gave him a nice pat on the back and put him into Witness Protection.

Paul Times was told to make a true confession and then be taken to his cell to await trial. I did mention on my way out of the door of the interview room that he will have to be in isolation for the rest of his life. Once Joe Sharply does realise that you have drop him into the soft and smelly stuff he will not be and to quote you Paul a Happy Chappie!!

I went for a chunky cheese salad and a strong coffee before I launch my attack on Joe Adams. Sgt John Fitch who inform that Judy Thompson was not at her flat. There had been a fight there. Forensic are on their way to the crime scene.

A light bulb moment I wonder if Joe Sharply had somebody take care of Judy Thompson. Her phone did show that she was actually out at the transport depot owned by Joe Sharply. I needed a warrant for the depot, his home plus Dino’s Restaurant. I wanted all three places raided at the same time. With the help of Tactical Support I told Sgt John Fitch who had to remind me that they are called Tactical Response not Support anymore. I told him to stop being a fing smart ass and just get everything in place for the raids.

I just knew Sgt John Fitch would have one of his sulking moods now, I took no notice and went into the interview room in full frontal on Joe Adams who had the old war horse.

Helen Beacon the solicitor sitting next to him with a smile on her face when I walked in. Helen Beacon was a one night stand in my life many moons ago before I got married. With the questions I threw at Joe Adams, he must of realised that somebody had open their big mouth.

Again I thought I could nip this case so far in the bud. Being proved wrong once again. I was to learn that Paul Times called all the shots, his was after all the picture post card boy of Joe Sharply. Once as a teenager Paul Times was the lover of Joe Sharply. Now they have still kept in touch but no longer bodily. Joe Sharply had a new blue eyed boy in his life Johnny Mudd, a ex surfer who liked being a toy boy. The killing of Nick Bradshaw was done by Johnny Mudd. The torture both Paul Times and Joe Adams had a part in. Charges would be laid later. I explain to Joe Adams, until then I have a nice warm cell waiting for him.

I left before the solicitor Helen Beacon could flash her eyes at me, and ask for a date Helen had married, another mistake in her life I had learnt years late. Myself I was happy as a pig in a sty. Sgt Ray Windome had used Telco to track the phone of Judy Thompson to the depot, owned by Joe Sharply. I was surprised that Joe Sharply was not at any of the three locations we raided. His phone was track to a vechicle heading out to the great southern highway. The local highway patrol were to stop him and hold him in handcuffs till we arrived. With the company of Johnny Mudd they were both going on a holiday down south. There was no sign of Judy Thompson. I took a chance and rang her phone number. I heard the phone ring in the boot of the luxury car of Joe Sharply. I open the boor and there was the dead body of Judy Thompson. Beaten to death and then her neck was broken.

Both Joe Sharply and Johnny Mudd denied any knowledge of the body of Judy Thompson in the boot of the car.

I told Johnny Mudd that this is the second murder he has been involved in. The first murder was of a Nick Bradshaw and now the second murder is Judy Thompson.

"He made me do it, if I didn’t he would end our relationship, I loved Joe and he was my lover my mentor and he was like a father to me.

Shut up keep ya fing mouth shut Johnny they have got nothing on us, I know people in high places in the police force who will simply make this go away!!

Times have changed now Joe Sharply your so called friends have all deserted you and some have even come clean to save their own necks I replied with a cheeky smile to Joe Sharply.

On the drive back to the office, I was very pleased with myself, I did not expect this case to end so quickly and in the end you could say there was a lot of collateral damage along the way.

Story 2

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The Copy Cat

I must of admit I was still half a sleep this morning a sixteen hour day yesturday once again. My Assisant Kylie Storme came into my office with a morning coffee and the word on one of my old flames is outside and would like to spend some time with me. I sip my coffee and then jump up spilling most of it down my clean white shirt. It was Professor Allie McPherson a lady who worked as the Forensic Adviser on a case five years ago which is still open, sadly we never solved it. In a few words my boss Commander Upton Ferguson now well past his used by date and somebody should phone for a vet to take him out to a paddock and simply shoot him. Many times I have even thought Why wait for a vet, do it yourself!!

Unknown to me Uppy Upton had made contact with Allie mainly because we have what he describe as a Copy cat killing!!

Dr Kathy Meagel (The Beagel was her nickname) had gone over my head and reported what she thought was the Copy cat killing!!

Prof. Allie arrived with me at the entrance of the office or Dr Kathy Meagel with the normal welcome that I always got from her What do you want? Instead of nice to see you both, I have what I would say was a copy cat killing, would you please give me your opion Prof Allie!!

Getting on her gown and gloves Prof Allie steamed ahead. Yes a very good copy cat, even down to the skin on the back of this victim being removed exactly 10 cm shorter on the left side. With internal organs removed except the heart. Body sown up with 30 pound fishing line. All skin removed on both legs down to the knees and skin removed on arms down to the elbow on both victims. Yes I would class this as being simply A copy cat".

Looking at the information on the stomach contents this victim was starved to death. Both eyes had also been kept open with super glue. The body had been frozen and then placed in a body bag outside the very same church door that the previous body had been found five years ago. I had to admit I was pleased I had not even breakfast today. Other wise they will be calling me Chuckie.

The coldness in the room was not due to the tempature control but more about my relationship with Dr Kathy Meagel. Allie told me we should go and half a coffee and work out a plan of action. Being kept in the dark about the death of this person by Commander Uppy Upton Ferguson who was now spending time with Dr Kathy Meagel stretch out on his desk in his office. My assisant Kylie Storme had all the gossip about everybody who worked in this police complex. Most of all I could not give a shit who what where of the other members in this building.

"Um I see Chief Inspector Jack Major that you and Dr Kathy are still not sending each other Christmas cards. Can I ask if you are still single Jack?

I raised my eyebrows, Single I am afraid so still married to my job, I have not found anybody over the past five years to share a roof over our head’s with!!

Before you ask I am still married to that hedge fund manager who lives in a world of figures and money laughed Allie.

One strange thing my sister and her husband went to the wedding of my exwife Cleo, in March, I found out over the bbq in their garden at Christmas. I was not impressed with this news, the strange thing was I did not even know my sister and Cleo were even close, they became close due to a friendship over the internet, in one of those friendship clubs.

"I know, I understand, my husband Barry was having a fling with a blonde bimbo called Cherry from his office, I found out by her sending a photograph on his phone. He was in the shower, I was eating my meusli at the breakfast table, his phone buzzed and I being a loving partner thought the message might be important. So I stuck my nose in where it was not wanted I was told by my husband when I confronted him. In the end I just pointed to the door, bags packed he was gone to live with his blonde bimbo named Cherry!!

I had to make the comment "Was that the cherry on the cake in your marriage then?

We both laughed.

We headed for the confrence room where Allie was going to give a update to my team.

I would describe my team as overgrown school children why they even joined the police force did oftern lead me to wonder.

Four males, two females and the two females simply out shinned the males in every way in this unit under the title of Major Crime Unit.

Professor Allie McPherson took the centre stage with the update of what we have today and what we knew five years ago in a similiar case.

The killer would be a loner, tend to isolate in one room a lot. Both victims were aged fifteen years old, both acadamic, both victims were friendly lived a full life. A Alan Archer went missing five years ago his body was found a month later. The second victim a Maurice Gatley went missing a month ago and his body found in the exact spot that the first victim was, that church door has to play a part in the killers life at some time.

Allie took a breath and a drink of water.

Both victims had a girl friend, they both went to the same school. That is the only connection between the two victims. Excuse me detective do you find me boring because you are talking in my lecture while I am, maybe you would like to come and take over?

A head shaking and the word No came out of the mouth of Duncan Adams one of my detectives and bit of A cock head know it all at the best of times.

Allie continued with a discription of the bodies of both victims found at the church door. A couple of my detectives that did include Duncan Adams had to leave the room when the photograph’s were projected on to a large screen. Allie finished with the comment that every day one teenager goes missing in this city and two never return to the family in anguish. Those who never return, the reason normally has been found to be mental or physical abuse.

I left for a meeting in my office and I got Kylie my assisant to join us.

Settling down to a long black coffee, Kylie mention a Jamie Agus who would have been the third victim but he escape; and is actually staying in a safe house. Only us in this room and the two officers who found Jamie Agus running along the highway in his underpants. Traffic Control have also removed any information about Jamie Agus at my request. It was time to interview Jamie at the safe house; where I have one ex policeman man now retired and were part of what I would call simply Old School. Even the parents of Jamie Agus had not been notified. Jamie Agus was abused mentally by both his foster parents. Even sexual abuse by his foster father a ex navy man had been reported by Jamie and the man reason why he ran away. In a nut-shell nobody believed him. Mainly because young Jamie Agus was a born liar and had oftern made up false accusation about many adults that he had come into contact with in his life.

So where is this Jamie Agus now? asked Allie.

Hidden away for a rainy day I replied with a cheeky smile.

What do you mean Jack?

He is safe with a exnurse and her husband a old work buddy of mine, now retired from duty with the police, well he was kicked out, for a small altercation a couple of years he head-butted Commissioner Upton Ferguson and broke his nose. I started to smile and my Assistant Kylie started to laugh and simply said I was there and boy did his nose bleed all down his neatly ironed white shirt, O forgot the audience of about twenty people who gave a cheer at the time, and later denied being in the cheer squad. Kylie told Allie

We left for the residence of Duncan Cobb and his wife Lexi. A introduction to Jamie Agus who was playing computer games when we arrived the intelligent one in my team wanted to talk to Jamie alone.

Allie did think that it will take time to get over his experience. Duncan had spoken to him over the past twenty four hours. It was a man middle age who wore a mask with a plastic mouth piece that did alter the sound of his voice almost like a robot talking Agnus told Duncan. Keep in a room without windows he escape when he notice the door had not been locked. He went down the stairs and saw the back door open. Jamie ran to the door he could see nobody about so he simply ran out of the garden across the field with cattle grazing. He reach a bridge that went over a fast flowing river. He ran along the road still in his underwear. His feet were bleeding without shoes and coming to his rescue was a police patrol after several car’s that Jamie had tried to wave down simply drove on by. Kylie had got me a map of the area, I found what I thought was the area that Agnus had made his escape. Only the two police officers who found him plus the Duty Inspector Ryan Cobster a old friend of Jack Major who did owe him a few favours!!

The so called Code of Silence was placed in order. Even going with the tale of Doctor Kathy Meagel knifing Jack Major in the back by creeping between the bed sheets of Commander Upton Ferguson and whispering in his eye, her very own thoughts about this new victim and the one victim five years ago being a copy cat killing. I was trying to explain to Allie my reason for all this secrecy, I told her that I did not trust anybody on this, in fact my assisant Kylie only found out just before we had the Prof Allie McFerson lecture to my team. I did want to take Jamie for a drive to see if he could in fact point out his journey. It was then that Allie let loose and told me a few home truth’s.

That young man is fragile and the answer is simply no, he is in my mind on the verge of a mental breakdown and he should really be in a hospital room, not hidden away in a spare bedroom and being locked after by a exnurse and mister break your nose with a head butter so called old mate from the good old days, yes he is old school just like you and I must say I am very surprised at your bloody actions. Remember that I am a qualified psychiatrist plus a Forensic Authority, I have dealt with more fing nut jobs that you have had hot dinners. Go on fing tell me that all this is because you want to get one over on Commander Upton Ferguson mainly because he got that bloody job over you. Upton knew how and when to bend over and touch his toes with his underpants now at his ankles, and of course he knew how to lick the shoes of authority and even suck their big toe when needed.

I had to admit, she was right, with nobody else around I was getting a good telling off by a master. I open up even more that this will be my final stand, I wanted to go out in a blaze of glory. I had to reveal to Allie that