First story! Please be kind! :-)
SMASH! Police storm into house. 'ANDY McMINN WE HAVE A WARRANT TO
SEARCH THESE PREMISES' Police swarm throughout the house and find some absolute arch-typical blonde, big fake tits in bed.
'Where Andy?' snarled a policeman.
'What?' The girl looks at the police officer with dull eyes. Either high or thick. The girl was hauled out of bed, but while doing so a little bag of white powder falls out of her pocket. A policeman grins, and puts suspected drugs into evidence container. Girl is taken downstairs into the awaiting police car.
Police are still flooding in, searching every room, every nook and cranny with Sniffer dogs. A cry comes from the bath room. A dog is howling at a cupboard, and police opens it up, with the dogs pouring at a tin of talcum powder.....
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New PC Suzanne made to wait outside 'guarding' the back alley. New officers always got the shit jobs she told herself. Turning round, she suddenly sees Andy running out, and rugby tackles him.
'You are under arrest, dirtbag'.
'You ripped my suit,'. Snarls Andy
'You'll get a new set of clothes in prison' smiles Suzanne, as other officers come out of the house to assist her.
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Suzanne looks on in disbelief as she sees Andy walking out of the police station accompanied by his solicitor. Andy grins smugly at Suzanne as he gets in a very expensive Lexus. Suzanne looks angry at the Lexus as Andy waves goodbye to her with a mocking laugh echoing around the police car park.
'How has that slimeball walked? 'Suzanne asks passing Sergeant.
'That talcum powder take we thought was drugs seems to have turned into actual Talcum powder', the sergeant replies. He went on to explain that no other evidence against Andy personally was found in the house, and his solicitor had pointed out that the drugs on the GF could have been hers and he wouldn't have known. Sergeant says 'McMinn grinned like a Cheshire cat during all the interviews, and never said a word'
The sergeant went onto say that the DCI who had planned the raid had been sent to divisional HQ for a dressing down over the shambolic raid.
The Sergeant says that if Detective Superintendent Rawson had been in charge, and not on holiday it wouldn't have been a fiasco. Rawson had flown back early from his holiday when he heard of the raid, and taken charge of the interviews.
'Rawson nearly hit McMinn because of his attitude in the interviews, he had to be held back by other officers'. The Sergeant sighed 'Mr Rawson is a fine copper, and we need more of him'.
'What happened to the girl?' Suzanne changed the subject.
'She is being deported', he replied. 'Danish or dutch or something like that. Seemed out of it, either thick or drugged up'......
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Car park at midnight. Two cars meet up.
Andy open window of car, to be faced with Rawson.
'Hello Mr Rawson, I hope you don't use that language that you called me yesterday to your mother'
Rawson grins 'I had to make it convincing otherwise people wouldn't believe that I was angry that you had walked'.
Rawson goes on to laugh that a junior officer has been suspended for losing the evidence against Andy, when it had actually been him swapping the powders. The officer was a high flyer and tipped to be assistant commissioner or higher one day, but now the highest position he could achieve might be monitoring police overtime.
'So do you have any goodies for me?' Rawson asks.
Andy passes a pen-drive with lists of names, shipments, locations, that Andy's guys on the ground have discovered against new crew that have started up in the local area. Andy also passes over a brown envelope obviously full of cash.
'Do you have what I asked for?' replies Andy.
In return, Rawson passes to Andy a slim file. Rawson asks 'Andy what the fuck do you want that for?'
Andy doesn't say, but looks at the file, studying the contents. Andy grins like a child on xmas day when he looks at the sections marked 'family, spouse, personal information'. He passes the file back to Rawson.
'So why didn't you get my girl off the charges'.
'Too risky' says Rawson, 'she was high as a kite or something, and didn't have expensive lawyer like you did'.
'Shame', replies Andy, as if thinking about a kettle that had stopped working. 'I'm going to miss her, as she could suck a cock like a hoover'. Andy grinned and said 'Need a replacement now....'.
As Rawson and Andy prepare to depart, Andy says 'Oh Rawson, good luck with your interview for the Detective Chief Superintendent post'.
Later that night, Rawson returns Suzanne's personal file back into the filing cabinet......
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Suzanne is waiting for her appointment outside the newly appointed DCS Rawson's office. Rawson has a major reputation having smashed a major drugs network (and Andy's rival) before it was completely established. Rawson had been pictured in the newspaper being hailed by the press as a hero, and potential future commissioner of police. Andy had laughed at the thought of having the Commissioner as a drug dealers' partner.
Rawson opens the door, and Suzanne springs to attention. Rawson grins at the young woman's officiousness. Rawson asks her to come in and sit down.
'Constable Smith' Rawson starts. 'Thank you for your hard work in recent times. Superintendent Rathbone has written to me to commend you for your diligence'. Suzanne beams with pride.
'Now', Rawson continues, 'I admire you greatly due to hard start in life being bought up in care, no siblings etc', but may I ask why you don't socialise with your fellow officers outside of work?'.
'I prefer to spend my time reading up on police procedure, best practice and the latest criminological theory'. Suzanne replies.
Rawson grins 'That is exemplary' while thinking what a boring bitch.
'One of the reasons I called you in is your refusal to cow tow to peer pressure of socialising outside work. You are the best candidate for a special assignment. You will be going undercover at an establishment that I have a belief is a major distribution point for the cocaine being circulated in the local area.
'Who owns the club?' Suzanne enquired.
'Our source says that a Russian gangster may own it through a network of overseas companies. I need someone on the ground inside the club to know exactly what is going on'.
Rawson laughed inwardly. The establishment was one of Andy's legitimate enterprises, but was occasionally used for sex work, having stupid, but powerful men, lured in and making sure they became subject to blackmail. Andy had sex pictures of a newspaper editor, judge, MP and a couple of senior police officers that had 'coincidentally' interviewed Rawson for his job......
Eagerly Suzanne asked, 'What do I have to do?'.
Grinning at her apparent keenness, Rawson said that they had arranged for her to have an interview in 2 days' time for a job as a waitress. She must dress attractively but smartly, as this club was for men to wind down after a busy day, but was not a brothel, and any tart would be thrown out very quickly. Men were not allowed to date women from the club and vice-versa. Rawson had to pretend to sneeze to stop himself laughing as Andy had described it as the biggest knocking shop in the south east.
Rawson continued 'I want you to call in tomorrow and announce you are ill, and will be off for a couple of weeks. It is vital that you don't put leave in and tell anyone where you are going, as we know leaks can occur, and this could put you in danger. Don't even tell Superintendent Rathbone. The only people that will know where you are, are you and me.'
Suzanne paused, unsure what to say. Then piped up. 'OK, I want to do it, but I would need training and help in picking the right sort of clothes'.
'No problem', replied Rawson. 'I have a contact that I will put you in touch with for this type of work. She is not a police officer, but assists with undercover operations, establishing persona's, showing what to do in what situation, how to dress etc. Her name is Blackie, and I will ask her to get in contact with you as soon as possible'. Suzanne beamed at this. Rawson was as organised as everyone said. What Rawson didn't say was that Blackie was one of Andy's highest lieutenants......
Suzanne broke into a smile. 'I would love to do this, thank you for giving me the opportunity'. Rawson grinned, 'Finish your duties today, then call in sick'.
After Suzanne had left the room on cloud nine, Rawson wondered what exactly Andy had planned for the silly bitch......
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Suzanne finds herself in a dingy back alley looking for an address. Finding a grimy front door, Suzanne tentatively knocks on the door, then remembers how important the assignment, and knocks more confidently.
Slowly the door groans open. Suzanne is faced in the doorway with a tall, thin, pale woman. The woman smiles (without humour or eye sparkle) and says 'Yes?'. Suzanne replies 'Rawson sent me'. 'Good, come in' she says, with more humour in her smile. 'Tell me the minimum, not the name of where you are going, nor who you are targeting' as they walk into surprisingly attractive house. The rooms were uniformly white, with modern and expensive furniture.
Blackie leads Suzanne up the stairs to a large open space with photographic and video equipment dotted around. A makeup counter Several clothes racks filled with different types of apparel are at the edge of the room. Suzanne swore she could see fetish gear, rubber wear, tarty outfits......
'What job does Rawson want you to do?'
'He wants me to be a hostess at the...'
'I said, don't tell me, what sort of place is it' Suzanne nearly jumped at the cutting remark.
'It's a up market gentleman's club' stammered Suzanne.
'OK' Blackie moved to the row of clothes. Blackie looked up and down at Suzanne, like a tiger looks at their prey.
'Try these on'
The clothes were not the sort of items that Suzanne would usually wear. They were smart, but looked tight in certain areas. One dress looked like something that a woman at a cocktail party would wear.
'Where's the changing room?'
Blackie snorted 'There isn't one, strip and stop wasting my time'.
