Ex-Cop 2 - Secrets Are Only Made for Liars

By Oliver Nolan

In this thrilling novel set in 2007 at the Metropolitan Police, follow PC Lawson on a journey where his lifelong dream of catching a notorious villain comes true, but not in the way he expected. A real mystery unfolds as a lorry escapes the UK, leaving the police puzzled, suspecting that it may contain drugs. The ingenious story follows a cunning and wealthy villain who turns the tables on the Met by exploiting their own policies to humiliate them in front of the PSD, the public, the press, and the media. 

PC Lawson knows that catching this criminal will be no easy feat, and if the Met is to succeed, they must overcome their past, learn to forgive, and trust again. However, with the PSD and half of the force breathing down his neck, Lawson knows that the only person who can help him is someone he cannot afford to be associated with. It’s a huge risk, one that could cost him his life and his career, but he’s willing to take it. Follow along as Lawson navigates a dangerous game of cat and mouse, where the stakes are high and the consequences are dire.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Aug 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9781398456877

Oliver Nolan

Oliver is a diverse genre writer. He has written western, crime mystery, thriller, drama and fiction! When it comes to writing stories, he always focuses on the main key, the plot—and to have a plot, you have to have a villain, so he always comes up with an antagonist first in every story! To him, villains are the keys to everything in stories and movies ’cause without villains, there’s no hero either. Writing helps him think. He has always loved writing and always will. No matter what genre or story he writes, all his books are based on different types of opinions, deep in thought, which makes them very interesting to read. A lot of the time, he adds his own feeling, emotions and opinions into his characters, whether it’s the villain or the hero.

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About the Author

Oliver is a diverse genre writer. He has written western, crime mystery, thriller, drama and fiction!

When it comes to writing stories, he always focuses on the main key, the plot—and to have a plot, you have to have a villain, so he always comes up with an antagonist first in every story! To him, villains are the keys to everything in stories and movies ’cause without villains, there’s no hero either.

Writing helps him think. He has always loved writing and always will. No matter what genre or story he writes, all his books are based on different types of opinions, deep in thought, which makes them very interesting to read. A lot of the time, he adds his own feeling, emotions and opinions into his characters, whether it’s the villain or the hero.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Chapter 1

Barry’s First Day

at Community!

In January 2007, it was a month after Barry’s day in court and today for Barry it was his first day of community service. Barry was headed for north London towards Arsenal as he was doing his community service working at the LPD, known as the London Parcel Distribution. The LPD was a big warehouse company held at the industrial area in Arsenal. He drove all the way from Sidcup to Arsenal heading to the place and when he got to the industrial, he could see that the area was huge and filled with loads of different warehouses and lorries. He thought to himself that it was not going to be easy finding the building.

But then as he carried on driving, he could see a huge building straight ahead, so big that it looked like it covered vertically most of the industrial. As Barry got closer, he noticed the coloured signs on the lorries and the huge big logo on the building saying LPD. Barry parked his car as near as possible to the building and got out everything he needed including his Hi-Viz jacket and gloves before heading straight for the entrance.

Barry came to work in some old clothes that he had; dressed in an old blue shirt which he found in the cupboard and some plain dark trousers. He buzzed on the door of the building and waited for someone to answer. As Barry turned his head, he could see that he was being watched as a camera was looking straight at him from the corner of the building. In a couple of seconds, the security man came down and opened the door but he refused to let Barry through without questioning.

The security stood there in front of Barry disallowing him through as he wanted to know who Barry was and what he was doing at the building. So then Barry told the security that he was sent here for his community service. The security gave Barry a look of despair before allowing him through the door and into the reception. He told Barry to stand still with his hands out as he was about to get searched. The security guard got his metal detector out and searched Barry all over, from the front and the back while Barry stood there like the angel of the north.

In Barry’s mind, something told him that the security man didn’t like him as he straight away handsearched him as well after using the metal detector. When Barry was all clear, the security guard allowed him through and showed him the way to the office. As Barry went into the office, he saw a lady sitting at her desk; the lady looked to be in her late fifties and so Barry wondered if she could be the supervisor or an assistant manager. He approached the woman and told her that he was there on community service, but the lady didn’t have any type of name badge, so Barry had no idea what her name was. She asked Barry what his name was and when Barry told her she went all quiet.

Barry could see that the woman seemed a little shell shocked and so he asked her, "Is something wrong, miss?"

The lady then said to Barry, "No nothing’s wrong it’s just everyone’s been saying that you’re dead, and now you’re here."

Barry told the lady that it was all gossip and rumours floating about, people love to talk and spread rubbish around the world.

Barry said to the lady, People always spread gossip, especially rumours because most people find themselves nothing better to do then spread hate. People share things that make it harder to see the truth. They fill your mind with so much rubbish for no reason, yet they’re making it harder for you to know the truth. It’s just like when you fill a dustbin with junk, the more you fill it, the harder it comes out, and that’s exactly how it works when they put junk in your mind. There’s only one way to know what the real truth is and that’s to find out for yourself.

The lady gave Barry a pair of gloves before she contacted Jason Black on the radio who was one of the assistant managers in the warehouse. Barry waited in the office for Jason to arrive from the warehouse, and minutes later Jason came in. Jason introduced himself to Barry and showed him around the warehouse, he told Barry what it was they did.

The LPD warehouse was massive, it had thirty bays at the depot and the belt was like a water slide, going around and around the entire warehouse. The belt went all the way from one end to the other, but instead of going straight in a line it was like a snake, starting with two at one end and ending up with three.

Each bay had two sets of the belts for putting freight on when unloading the trucks or lorries. In the LPD, they made the belt so big that it could go around the entire room so that the freight would be less handled by humans and that way it would get less damaged.

The loading bay was by the entrance of the warehouse and three of the belts went down straight towards the first bays where they loaded the freight onto the delivery trucks. The other two belts they used for all the unknown freight or stuff that they didn’t deliver. All the unknown freight went down a belt where it was sent into a little tunnel where they had a big room that they used to look through all the unknown freight which was just behind the office. In the middle of the warehouse, they had a bridge which looked more like a tower.

This was where a number of the workers would stand whilst the unloaded freight would come up from a number of belts on one side, and they’d have only six belts to put them down, three for the deliveries going out, two for the international and one for the unknown. The ones going for delivery they’d scan before putting them down the belt, but the unknown boxes would just go down the belt.

When Jason took Barry into the warehouse, he didn’t say much to him or introduce him to the colleagues; he just told Barry where he’d be working and to get on with the job. Barry was helping unload the trucks from bays twenty-nine and thirty. Barry unloaded the truck from bay twenty-nine as fast he could before the next one came.

After tipping three full trucks at speed with no minute to take a breather, Barry was exhausted.

It was time for a break and Barry inside felt relieved; he wiped the sweat from his head using his sleeve and was praised by a work colleague.

Thomas Jonas was a fifty-year-old man who had been working at the LPD for nearly nine years. Thomas was tipping from bay thirty with another colleague and watched Barry whilst they both were working.

As it was now break time, he went over to him and praised him for his hard work, he said to Barry, "You done a good job there man, when you’re working under pressure it’s a hard job for even two guys, never mind one."

Thomas introduced himself to Barry and told him to join him in for break.

As the gentlemen were in the canteen having a break, Thomas offered to get Barry a hot drink from the vending machine. He went over to the machine to get himself a cup of PG tea, taking the money from his wallet. As Thomas put the coins into the machine to get himself a drink, he still had more change in his wallet so he kindly asked Barry if he’d like a drink. Barry told Thomas that he’d have the same but with no sugar. So then Thomas got the drinks and brought them over carefully as his hands started burning whilst carrying the polystyrene. Thomas put the cups on the table and sat down with Barry face to face. Thomas and Barry took this opportunity to have a conversation and get to know more about each other.

Thomas Jonas – "What made you apply to work here then, Barry?"

Barry Dermative – "I didn’t apply here, I’m on a community service, I was sent here."

Thomas Jonas – Oh! Do you mind me asking what for?

Barry Dermative – Surely you should know already? Haven’t you heard the news, or read the papers?

Thomas Jonas – "I don’t listen to the news, what they say I just can’t believe. They never produce the story as it actually was. I’d more believe it by hearing it from yourself."

Barry Dermative – That’s understandable! That is actually a good point as well. Alright I’ll cut it short to you. A young boy, a friend of mine was in trouble, he got in with the wrong crowd and he had bad people after him. They were wanting money from him, trying to get him to smuggle their drugs as they were all drug dealers after him. His mum is an extremely close friend of mine, she has been there for me since day one, so I owed it to her.

I promised my friend that I’d protect her son if it killed me, so I did. I risked my life to save the boy and when I did, I found out that the person behind the attack turned out to be a policeman from the Met who was really a smuggler impersonating a policeman to push the force away from destroying his drug parade. That guy ruined a number of lives including mine, then one day I fought him on a train and I killed him. It probably sounds more worse than it actually is, but on that day, although I broke the law, I saved the force and I saved the boy from being defeated.

Thomas Jonas – So what you’re saying is that you were basically a hero?

Barry Dermative – If that’s what some people call me, although I can tell you now, I am no hero. I still have killed men. Heroes don’t kill they protect. Villains kill no matter what the cause is.

Thomas Jonas – "You see, me personally I’d disagree with that. People watch too much superhero movies and expect the world to be the same way. They expect this miracle belief where heroes just fight, kick and punch before putting all the baddies behind bars, but it doesn’t work like that in the real world. You look at the police they’ve killed people, but does that mean they’re villains or criminals? Should they be locked up? No! They did it cause they had to, to protect us. Sometimes the police have no choice but to kill the bad guys, especially when they’re a bad threat and putting innocent lives at risk. It’s exactly the same story with you and the boy. You may have killed some guys, but you did it to protect him. If you didn’t, he would’ve