Friday, May 11, 2012

Dead Rite chapter 108.03


“Well...” Peters lapsed into silence as the passed the figures huddled at the park entrance. There was a homeless shelter round the back of Pinkerton's but some people didn't trust their policies. He thrust his hands between his thighs to keep them warm. “It could have been worse, I suppose. You hear tell of coppers with drug habits. E, coke, H. A balloon a day in some cases.”

“Not round here you don't. Maybe in Exeter, or Manchester.” White frowned and glanced across at his sergeant. “There aren't, are there? Not in Laverstone.”

“Nah. Book 'em Becky used be addicted to cough syrup. That could be embarrassing at times. You'd be creeping up on a suspected burglary and the smell of aniseed from her breath would make them scarper.”

“I was glad when she put in a transfer to records.”

“Me an' all.” Peters grinned. “Mind you, I'll say one thing for her, I never caughtt a cold while we were on duty together.”

“You never caught anything while you were on patrol with her.”

“That's not true. We used to bring in suspects all the time.”

“If you say so.”

“It's true!”

White shook his head, suppressing a smile as he turned into the last straight before College Way. He'd requested Peters to be assigned to his squad because the lad had been floundering under performance-related pay, in that he never got a raise because of his arrest record. Police Sergeant Becky Wright operated a strict health and safety policy: Let them know you're coming and they'll run off rather than confront you. It worked for her. She had the unbroken eight-year record of never having to make an arrest.

He bent low to squint through the windscreen at the college. “There are lights on.”

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