A Place in Time

By Arfer Apple

This is a story about a detective and his climb up the ladder with the use of some very unorthodox methods.

With a crumbling marriage and a heavy drinking problem and his ever-faithful sidekick, Meat Head, they solve the crimes in their very own inevitable way to get to the truth in A Place in Time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: May 23, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664105751

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Copyright © 2021 by Arfer Apple.

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Rev. date: 05/19/2021

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CONTENTS

Chapter One   A Lot Of Hot Air

Chapter Two   The Snowball Effect

Chapter Three   A Can of Worm’s

Chapter Four   Going Pear-Shape

Chapter Five   Life Goes On

Chapter Six   The Waiting Game

Chapter Seven   The White Family

Chapter Eight   The Return

Chapter Nine   Disgrunted Shadows

Chapter Ten   The Bully

Chapter Eleven   It Is All Just A Game

CHAPTER ONE

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A LOT OF HOT AIR

Two detectives in their own way with a twist of fate or just by being in the right place at the wrong time achieve their goals with very little praise from the superior masters in the force.

Life sometimes to them is a lot of hot air that passes them by daily in A Place in Time.

A lthough it was cold and the air crisp there was a lot of hot air when I arrived at work. I was informed by the desk sergeant that I was needed on the eighth floor for a meeting with Eliza Dobbs acting Chief of Detectives. I made my way like a little lost school boy to the head master’s study. I arrived and the lift door slowly opened and I was greeted by L.B. Stanton acting Police Commissioner with a smile on his face. There was nothing like the face of a pair of soiled underwear belonging to Eliza Dobbs found on his son’s bike. At his birthday party last night. I attended the party only because I was L.B’s brother in law and by all reports his kids loved me, mainly because I showed some intrest in them more than their own father did.

I spent most of the evening being used as a cook at the bbq and playing cricket with my three nephew’s whilst their sister was being teached piano lessons by my wife Imogen.

With my wife still not talking to me in a proper fashion over a dispute about her wanting to purchase a flat in town and only wanted to be at the farm where we lived at weekends. I did suggest we sell the farm but my wife had the funny idea she wanted to live alone in the flat; not to my surprise our relationship was a little on the fray side and not all her fault.

I did feel that I was not giving a great input in our relationship. It was a solumn affair that evening with L.B’s wife spent most of the time sitting alone except when she went to refill her glass of wine from the kitchen, till Eliza Dobbs joined her to hear a little confession. I did think maybe my marriage was not the only thing up shit creek without a puddle and Eliza Dobbs was throwing her a life line. My wife and L.B’s wife had a few words in the kitchen with Eliza Dobbs sticking her bloody nose into a family argument so after two mouthful of birthday cake I thought it was a good time to leave. My wife did not speak to me all the way home and actually fell out of the car slightly drunk herself when we arrived home she made straight for the spare bedroom and locked the door. After landing me with a huge burst of some very colourful language about me trying to play daddy with the kids. A comment about L.B sitting alone in his study drinking brandy and feeling sorry for himself. With those thoughts L.B told me it was a fantastic party and we should come again soon. We both entered the room of Eliza Dobbs who also looked a little under the weather. There was three other gentleman in nice Italian suits sitting like three birds on a branch in the garden. I did notice their clean polished shoes because mine were still covered in mud from the farm. L.B went over to sit in the corner and I waited and listen to Eliza hold court as a rooster in a hen coup. I did notice that Eliza was showing a little bit more leg than usual, or was my eyesight playing tricks on me. I wondered to myself with humour. After introductions I was informed that these three men were in fact from Federal Robbery Division mainly because I had not made any progress on the last three robberies. If you have ever known the feeling about hitting a woman well this was one of them, for me. I smiled and waited for the bullshit to hit the ground I stood up and nodded to these three pricks looking up at me and started my defence. I was told to sit down by Eliza but L.B. throw petrol on the fire to say that he was intrested in what I had to say. I did continue but Eliza had her own idea with banging on the table and calling out rubbish, bullshit idiot sergeant!! It was then L.B intervene and told her "Why don’t you just stick your head up your ass Eliza, besides Corey Dystart has been a inspector for three days now and should be address by his rank!! I looked surprised because nobody had told me of my promotion and with that Eliza passed me a letter. She mumbled something about she had been busy. L.B. thanked her and shook my hand, and went on to say that I had one of the best arrest records in the area in Southern Command. I had a moment lapse, so I am a inspector now and will get my own office, and I also thought I wonder if my pay packet will be back dated for those three days. Maybe I should go and celebrate down the pub with Meat-Head, my side kick.

But before I knew it I was back in the real world of the present. I went on to express my view after one year and five robberies and we still do not have a clue who we were after. This nortorious gang of four.

The room was silent and all I could hear was the fish in the tank splashing fighting for his life like me. The gang of four were three men and one woman who I believe was the driver, I passed over some C.C.T.V images I had. I explained one photo showed her dumping the vechicle and changing in the toilets of a shopping mall before leaving through a fire exit at the other end in a second photograph.

Eliza just sat there with her mouth open trying to catch flies. I told them I thought very well organised and may even have families and take a couple of hours away and commit the crimes then go back to their normal lives. They just sat there like three manikin doing a imitation of Eliza catching flies. I did continue with my other theory that they just might be fly in and fly out, mainly because over the past five years all five states have been hit except the capital state.

L.B. stood up and told them to go and best of luck. With that fair comment he said he had a press confrence to attend to annonce his promotion to Commissioner of Police and also announce his very new Chief of Detectives.

Eliza Dobbs just sat there, now with her mouth closed she was trying to smile or was she just passing wind it was hard to say, but L.B. gave no indication that she had in fact got the job. On his way out he did remark about a pink G String found on his son’s bike and did it belong to her. With the face of a dragon just about to unleash a mouth full of fire.

"Now this G String is not a case for Inspector Coray Dystart I think Corey is slightly strained but his reputation is still in tact.

With myself following L.B. out of the office towards the lift where he was going to show me where my new office was being located.

I turn to smile at Eliza who always liked to have the last word which today was Bollocks and a thumping on the rest, that put some life into the goldfish who had decided to swim down to the bottom of the tank. This action sent L.B. back into her office and used some very colourful language that I did not think that he had it in him.

Um well whatever Eliza you nasty piece of work, and that was all I heard before he closed the door and decided to keep the lecture he was about to give her in a soft mood. I did imagine that he was telling her something that he had been savouring for years about her back stabbing of him now he is top dog it will stop immediately.

L.B. did express some of his conversation with Eliza when he did finally tell me I will be heading a brand new missing unit department with Inspector Corey Dystart; is his rank!! I like that final comment it had a certain ring about it. I must admit I had a huge smile on my face and started to laugh when L.B. leant over and gave me a hug to tell me I did deserve it. L.B. went on to say that he is the Top Dog now and there will new ground rules in all departments.

One last thing; Meat-Head needs to take his Sergeant’s exam soon. I mean sooner than later.

I nodded and thanked him.

Thank you inspector.

Well thank you, Commissioner of Police.

We walked through reception and there was a cheer as I made my way to my new office. Meat Head was sitting looking at all the equipment in the room. I just waved my arms in the air and headed for the corner office with Inspector Corey Dystart on the door. I sat down at the desk; no expense had been spared. I smiled at Meat Head who had taken up his position at the desk outside my office, and told him he needs to sit his Sergeant’s exam if he is going to help me lead this team of missing persons. I nodded and turned to see two new faces standing behind me. Both introduced themselves.

Charlie Gold and a very sexy Joni Lower, an Asian lady new to the area she went on to say. Both had been working in the fraud squad and were now promoted to this new missing persons unit. I put out my hand to shake and welcome them to the unit. I could see on the face of Meat Head it was time to go down to the canteen for an early lunch, or was it an extra late breakfast, so the three of them headed off and I just enjoyed the moment, by myself for five minutes before I headed for the canteen.

When I opened the door, there was an almighty cheer and banging on the table by everybody who was there, my fellow workers came over to shake my hand and a few said one up good on you I looked at the T.V and L.B was giving his own moment of glory. Somebody turned up the volume.

"And may I say my new and well deserved. My new Chief of Detectives Eliza Dobbs.

The whole room went quiet. I did not believe it. There was a lot of ‘boos’ and disgruntled language called out over the next ten seconds. I looked at Meat-Head and shook my head and raised my arms in the air in disbelief. I went over to just get a cup of coffee, but a tray with a full cooked breakfast was handed to me by the chef. I walked over and sat down. I took my coffee and pushed the breakfast plate towards Meat-Head. He was speechless and the other two new members of my team were amazed at the speed the food was leaving the plate. We were all together, laughing and joking. Joni was very grateful about getting a good start in the detective rank with two very well known crime busters, myself and Meat-Head. Charlie was a little reserved but nodded to everything that Joni was expressing in a kind of manner. Meat-Head put two sets of keys on the table.

Brand new bullet proof glass V8 monsters are in the motor pool now, with your name on them Corey, sorry, Inspector Corey Dystart. Gee me old mucker, you must of impressed L.B at his kids party last night?

If only you knew, Meat-Head. If only you knew. I will tell you later, so now folks back to the office for a break down on the job ahead. We made our way back to our new offices with hand shakes all the way and another cheer in the reception. The desk sergeant called me over and Meat-Head.

Inspector Corey Dystart, may I say just one thing. Don’t let Meat-Head drive the new cars you have been given, because traffic are already out with the speed traps. I laughed and everyone else roared with laughter except Meat-Head who did not find the comment very funny.

So down to work folks. I stood in front of a white board and started to write up the facts, whilst Joni and Charlie decided which desk to have. Neither wanted to be near Meat-Head, so I decided to make the choice for them. I told Meat-Head to move his desk near my office window, and the other two can move their desks either side of the room. This is not what I feel I should be doing to help my team. In twenty minutes I gave the run down on the missing persons, tourists and local persons just disappeared after leaving their hotel room, out for a bit of shopping or a quiet drink, no clues were available and CCTV is not working in some of the dark lanes in the so called Red Light District. I had a few contacts on the streets and told Joni and Charlie I will put the word out and see what we get in return. They both looked puzzled.

Oh. You mean a person of interest? Charlie asked.

I looked at Meat-Head. Its politically correct term.

The desk Sergeant phoned to say a lady was in reception about her husband going missing. I told Meat-Head to bring her through to the interview room. Joni stopped me when I was leaving to inform me that thirteen people had gone missing in the city in mysterious circumstances in the past year. I thanked her, told her to get another white board and put up the details please.

We found out a Charles Gray was this lady’s husband. I took down the details, I called Joni to go to the hotel with Mrs. Gray and report back to me. I told Mrs. Gray I would be along in about an hour to see her. I went back to my office. I suddenly realised that Charlie loved his computer and he could I become my new office, managar without too much trouble he was excited, but it really meant nothing, except we will be out of the office and he will be inside.

On our way to see Mrs. Gray we went down to the docks and the Red Light District, partly legal, partly not. We parked outside ‘The Slimey Cow Public House’. We went inside and the owner – a huge figure of a man – came over to give me a hug.

Inspector Corey Dystart and his ever faithful pal Meat-Head. He said and I thought to myself word does travel fast around here about my promotion.

Ross Weaver, always at my service. I said.

So what can I do for you? Ross asked.

Looking for Josey Turner. I need a favour from him. I state.

Sorry. not seen him for about three days now. Had not been in his room or even in for a drink. Ross said apologetically.

We left. The atmosphere was going cold inside the bar. On our way out we looked across the street to see Michel Bright, a female hooker well known to us over the years. She offered herself to each in a turn then said she would do a double if we paid extra. Meat-Heat gave her twenty dollars and said, give us a ring on this number if Josey shows up. He is not in trouble, okay? Tell him. I gave her my card and we left. It was then that Joni phoned me to say she had not found anything to help us but had lots of details to bring back to the office so don’t waste our time coming to the hotel to see Mrs. Gray. I looked at Meat-Head.

We will have to explain to Miss Joni do not tell us where to go and what to do. I said. He laughed at me.

So it’s to the hotel and Mrs. Gray? He asked.

Of course. Drive on. I replied.

We arrived at the hotel only to see Joni drive off in the distance but she was right. Mrs. Gray was a lost soul and her husband led a very strict lifestyle; almost predictable in his daily routine even whilst on holiday. He showed a little drift from his written down daily schedule that he liked his wife to also stick to.

A boring, uneventful life, remarked Meat-Head. But organised and to precision he live this lifestyle.

We sat for a while and somewhere Meat-Head had purchased a chocolate bar and was well into it when he asked me if I wanted some. We drove off towards what we nicknamed the Mango Free Zone. Nothing grows where we were heading – the famous Bickle Estate – and this was not the nicest place you wanted to take a new car to. I parked over on the lawn, and well away from the high rise flats. I explained to Meat Head now he had finished his chocolate bar why we were parked here and why he had to stay with the car. First up we do not want to end up with a old washing machine or television on the roof of the car and also with him there we should not end up with our tyres slashed, or even taken off the car.

I walked towards one block of flats and looked up to see old Phil Vaughn, the local head thug who ran the estate. He was watching me and called out in a sarcastic voice

Ah Inspector Corey now ha ha

I gave him and wave back and headed for the flat of Dori Turner. Much to my surprise she was home, and not down at the famous Bickle Pub. I called out to her and she and Avon her neice came over to see me.

I am looking for Josey. Any ideas? I asked

Sorry Corey, I do not talk to him, or ever will again since Avon’s dad died and he left everything to bloody Josey Dori replied.

I look puzzled at her.

You see he abused me till I was twelve, then he left, I am at Uni now going to be a doctor in medicine Dori continued her life story but I was not really intrested until she said

He was a sick bastard even made his son Josey wear a dress and the rumour’s were right he even had sex with him

Anything else Dori?

When he died he left that farm Um Crab Tree Farm out at Humpty Doo on the highway.

I followed inside her flat and had the worst cup of tea I had tasted in years, but the chocolate do-nut made up for it.

Please Dori tell me more about Crab Tree Farm if you could?

Have not been there for a good ten or more years, since mum left. You remember Grandad cut off Grandma’s tits since she was in a wheelchair, ever since she fell out of the loft and broke her back. She said. We were joined by Avon who was interested in the story of the family history. She poured herself a cup of tea and sat next to me.

He took the wheels off Grandma’s wheelchair so she had to crawl to the toilet and even to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. He had lost the plot after he attacked her. He blew his brains out with a double barrel shotgun. His brains were all over the wall when my dad came home. My mum was in the Slimey Cow Pub working behind the bar. She never went back there after that afternoon. Went down south with a travelling salesman. Always sends a card at Christmas. She said.

With that was I left thinking it was nice to see one big happy family full of disturbed characters. I did ask if I could have a couple of doughnuts for Meat-Head sitting in the car.

What? For old fatty? Of course. Dori beamed. I smiled and gave them both a hug and left. Meat-Head was happy with the doughnuts and asked ‘Where to now?’

Home for me, please. Tomorrow we go out to Humpty Doo to Crab-Tree Farm in search of Josey.

It was a lonely night on my own. I read my notes on the day. My wife was away at a function interstate. In the morning the squeal of tyres catching a deep puddle full of mud after the night’s rain rang out. Meat-Head was out of the car trying to wash the car with the hose while I stood there smiling at him. He handed me a file from Joni that was of interest that I was not expecting. It seemed our Mr. Charles Gray, the latest person to go missing that we knew of, was person of interest in a robbery, but had been out of prison for three years and lived interstate. Joni also had dug deep and found that his wife was no normal house wife. She also had a record as long as your arm. I asked Meat-Head his opinion on the file of Anna Gray.

Blonde, a great body but a bit negative with her husband. But she did admit it is not the first time he had gone missing and showed up days later. He surmised. I phoned Charlie at the office to dig up who was a person of interest. Was Charles Gray in prison with – anybody who lives in our district. We stopped at the local petrol station to ‘fill up with fuel’ Meat-Head told me, but I knew the real reason was to grab a couple of meat pies and a can of coke. I settled for a chilled bottle of water as I took off my jacket. The sun was up and it was going to be another hot day. Between eating his second pie, Meat-Head asked me about the kid’s party at the L.B residence. I told him the truth and he seemed genuinely sad about my marriage and life at present. He expressed this as the last of the meat pie went into his mouth.

Charlie Gold phoned me back to tell me some good news. Charles Gray was an old cell mate of a Jerry Macka and his last known whereabouts was as a bar man at the Slimey Cow Public House. Even more, he went on to say that the lovely Willow is his cousin.

I think he is the gay barman at the pub. Remarked Meat-Head. We left the petrol station with myself at the wheel, giving our new car a good burn out. Within ten minutes, we pulled up at Crab-Tree Farm. It looked rundown. I must have driven past here dozens of times and didn’t realise that anybody lived here. We walked over and banged on the door, then Meat-Head looked in the window. I went for a walk around the back after we both drew our weapons. There were some buildings behind the house. I was quiet – a little too quiet, and I had a real bad feeling in my stomach. I could hear some disco music coming from a large barn at the end of the buildings. I slowly opened the door to a creaky hinge only to see a person bolt out the side of the barn. I watched him run up the lane a little too fast for me, never mind Meat-Head. I shouted to Meat-Head to get the car. While I waited around, I noticed a lot of blood on the chopping block. Of course he could have been cutting up a large animal by the amount of blood that was there. I turned to see Meat-Head outside the door in the car. On my way there for reasons still not clear to me I opened a large tank deep freezer. To my surprise there was a pile of human heads, wrapped individually in plastic bags. I turned and emptied my stomach contents all outside the door over a brick wall. Meat-Head was soon out of the car and also standing next to me. He shared his meat pies all over the ground.

Too old for this Corey. Sorry. He said.

Call the cavalry before we go after that ass hole up the end of the lane. I said. I took the drivers’ seat. "Hold on Meat-Head. Here we go; now let us have some fun!!

I could see a person slowly disappearing over the hill. I increased the speed to a point I thought we were going to take off. In the distance but slowly coming back to us was Josey Turner, running for his life with a dress on. I told Meat-Head to open his door wide. Watch this, Meat-Head! Here we go. I yelled, and in moments the door had struck him. We turned and watched him lay on the ground, shouting abuse at us. He tried to stand but fell backwards. He slowly stood up waving a large kitchen knife at us. I just looked at Meat-Head and he looked at me and I almost forget that he was a good shot and fired and hit Josey in the hand.

Lucky shot, Meat-Head. I said to Meat-Head. Well well, Josey. Nice to see ya in a nice lovely frock out for an afternoon run on this beautiful sunny afternoon.

There was a lot of complaining about Police brutality. I just smiled and slung him to the ground and stuck my gun into his mouth. Now Josey, you will tell me what I want to know, or your brains will be splattered all over this bloody cotton field understand?

He did admit to killing those people and the bodies were dissolved in a large vat of acid at the other end of the barn behind the wooden wall. We made our way back to the farm with Josey tied up in handcuffs in the boot of the car. For some unknown reason Meat Head was hanging on to the passanger door because it did not want to close properly. I just could not imagine why at the time I told him, when we spotted the cavalry coming down the highway with their lights flashing and siren’s scaring the tree bats into flight. I explained the situation to the first detective to come to our assistance.

So where is the bloody prisoner sir?

"The so called bloody prisoner is in the boot of the car, he has a very slight wound on his hand nothing serious, and beside we did not want to get blood on our seat’s in our brand new car!!

I went over to Joni Lower and explained the situation while Meat Head took the prisoner out of the boot of the car.

Joni just looked at me with her mouth open and eyes popping out of her head

I told her the bodies had been placed in a acid bath and there was about two dozen heads in the freezer.

Her facial expression looked like she was going to throw up so I did ask her if she had eaten anything recently. If she had let the crime lab check out the deep freeze.

I walked over to see the figure of Eliza Dobbs our new full time leader. She was picking a mango from the tree and started to peel it with a knife.

Good job Corey, I always had faith in you, are you OK, O yes I did see you have damaged one of your new vechicles only on its second day!!I just stood and waited for the punch line

I told L.B. not to give you and Meat-Head new cars to drive, I suppose Meat Head was driving?

This is not the right moment for this, I will put it all in my report.

I took a mango and took a quick bite and started to peel the skin when Eliza went inside the barn but was quick to return with her head hanging over the wall where all good leaders should be when expressing themselves.

Meat Head went over to see if she was OK like a lost dog but myself I was enjoying the moment, a memory that I will remember for ever and have a good laugh about it later

Meat-Head little concern for the well fare of Eliza was short lived when she turned on him

She was like a wounded bull and marched him over to the car and pointed to the damage car door. Just then I was joined by L.B. who had a chuckle to himself after picking a mango.

Screw the damage of the car it was a good job my brother in law, a bloody great result

I could her Eliza shouting at Meat Head the cost of the repair work will come out of the unit’s bloody budget. L.B. wanted a personal update, so we went for a walk into a much quieter place in the garden.

Well, where do I start? We were making sure Josey was not a victim, but it turned out to be the Terminator, around twenty five heads in the freezer. The bodies he dissolved in an acid bath in the barn. I begin. Just then, Joni came over and gave me a note. It read ‘in the barn, a metal box contained all the I.D.’s of the twenty five persons missing and various watches and jewellery belonging to the victims. Wallets and mobile phones and other personal items, some dating back five and even seven years.’ I thanked her and read the note to L.B. He got my drift.

The murders must have been going on for some time I told L.B. I continued my story, although a little twisted.

‘So we arrived, went out the back, Josey made a dash for it, we pursued him in the car, Meat-Head had not closed his door properly and with all the bouncing around the paddock, it flung open and hit Josey on the back as we drove up to him. Josey fell, I turned and a slight skid hit a tree stump that caused the dent in the side of the door. We left the vehicle, Josey was waving a knife that Meat-Head used a bit of lead to dismantle the knife from his hand and we took control of the situation and sat him in the car and drove him back here where I handed him over to the first Officers I came across.’

Bullshit, Corey. But it sounds good and looks great on paper. L.B said. He laughed as he went over to talk to Eliza who by now had calmed down. They both came over and sat next to me. We were the three wise monkeys together all eating mangos in a garden of a major crime scene of mass murders. I wanted to pour petrol on the fire, enough to see steam coming out of Eliza my direct boss’s ears, saying, completely off the record of course, this number twenty four or five, anyway the last victim, a certain Charles Gray, husband of a certain Anna Gray, to quote now a person of interest with long blonde hair, Charles Gray was a known robber out of prison in which he shared a cell with a certain Jerry Macka, another person of interest and robber who resides in town and works at the Slimey Cow Public House, I hate to say it, I think we got three out of the four bank robbers.

L.B smiled at me and gave me a green light nod as he agreed, whilst Eliza was sucking on a mango and said that it tasted like bird shit. She grunted. Neither of us knew what she said, but L.B did not want the Federal boys to have this information. If we crack the case it will look good for all of us, well, especially him, I thought to myself. Meat-Head had fixed the car door so it was almost shut and we made our way back to the office. Joni said she will make sure a full report will be on my desk tomorrow when I arrive for work.

It was a slow drive home to my place. Bugger work, I have done enough today, and Meat-Head and I shared jokes all the way about what we had done that day and what the world will know about. I gave him a hug when he left my kitchen after raiding the fridge and told him ‘a good friend is hard to find and even harder to keep. He got a little emotional and I think I saw a tear. Then he started to laugh.

When you stuck your gun in Josey’s mouth, he pissed himself. Meat-Head laughed all the way to the car pointing between his legs and he stood he started me laughing out loud. I wandered back inside. There was a message on the phone, my wife will be home early tomorrow. I put the stereo on my sound system. The sound of the blues always had to be played loud, and I poured myself an extra large whiskey and sat down watching the sun go down in the distance.

An empty hardened life lead me to sit outside with a picture of my wife. I placed in on a table. The bottle of scotch was slowly coming to an end and I could not hear the blues music. The sky was dark, like my life was at this time of feeling sorry for myself. I made my way to my bedroom but only reached the lounge.

I awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs and fresh coffee and toast. A hand was stroking my hair and I felt a little peck on the cheek. My eyes opened and it was my wife giving me a little tender care. I thought at once, ‘what is she up to?’

Breakfast is ready. Hey! Isn’t that my big brother on the television, taking all the glory for a serial killer? Gee he gets the job done, and where were you and your mate Meat-Head whilst all this was going on? She says. I didn’t want to answer that question by the tone in her voice.

Breakfast was the best I had eaten in years, most probably because it’s the first time she had cooked breakfast for a long time. Much to my amazement, I could not stop eating and now she held my hand and took me into the bedroom where a very sexy cheeky smile told me sex was on the breakfast menu. Our sex life was always adventurous – not the normal average sex which normal couples had, if there was such a thing. I was told I still have it where it counts, and I should have been a porn star instead of a second rate Policeman. Now the crunch was about to come. I could feel it in the air. She had purchased a flat in town and would be moving there today. That kind of put water on my fire and I went for a shower. Once dressed I found myself back into the kitchen to finish my breakfast but found Meat-Head had already been there, with a smile on his face. It was not long before we were burning rubber back out the crime scene at Crab-Tree Farm. I just wanted to have another look after everybody else had gone.

Joni had joined us to show me around again