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This is my first story for quite a while. Here is the fourth chapter. I hope you feel it is worth the wait. Please not that none of the characters in the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary. This is a detective story with sexual overtones. I hope that you like this as a piece of writing.
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Always indulge in safe sex. Chapter 4
The following morning, as Martin emerged from the squad locker room in the Police Station after changing into his uniform, his friend, Holly Wilson, who had an anxious look on her face, met him. The WPC whispered to him that she wanted a quick word and so the two young colleagues walked a short distance away from the door to a quieter spot just round the corner from the squad room. As soon as they were out of earshot of the others,
Holly spoke,
"I'm afraid it's not a very good start to the week, I've just heard some bad news. I don't suppose anyone has told you yet but it's about Dave Powell. He's in hospital! He's got appendicitis and he had surgery late last night and will be off duty for a while."
Martin was genuinely sorry to hear that his regular beat partner was ill. Despite a poor start to their pairing, the two Officers had become fiends and the young PC had learnt to respect and appreciate the knowledge and approach of his older colleague. Martin also realised immediately what Dave's absence would mean. Having lost his regular beat partner, the young Constable would have to be paired up with one of the other officers, but, before he could say anything about that, Holly continued,
"I've had a word with the Sergeant and suggested that you and I go out together today. I'm hopeful he'll say yes, although he only said it was a possibility."
Martin nodded appreciatively and replied,
"Thanks, Holly. I hope you are right and we do get to work together. It really would be good to go out on patrol with you, but I doubt if Eddy Smithers will see it that way, whatever he said to you!"
There was no more time for further discussion because the early morning shift was about to begin and the other members of the Relief were already filing into the squad briefing room to receive their assignments. Sergeant Smithers began by informing his fellow officers about Dave Powell's illness and, from all quarters, there were murmurs of support and sympathy for the popular Constable. As he continued, with the morning briefing, the duty Sergeant explained that as a result of the sick Constable's absence, he had been forced to revise the assignments, although he also added that he hoped to keep the changes to a minimum. Gradually, Eddy worked through the distribution of tasks, keeping most of the regular pairings together. Towards the end of his announcements, t
he Sergeant came to Martin and the question of who was to temporarily replace Dave's as the young officer's beat partner. A look of hope crossed Martin's face when he realised that Holly still did not have an assignment, but it was quickly dashed when the Sergeant looked straight at him and said, with a slightly malicious leer on his face,
"For the park area of our patch that you and Dave regularly patrol I have obviously had to make changes and so I have decided that Paul Turner should partner you, at least for today."
Martin gave out an inward silent cry of despair at the thought of partnering Paul, who alone of all the officers in his Relief, had never spoken more than a couple of words to him since he had started his probation. The man oozed animosity and was well known among his colleagues as a lazy and bigoted Officer who liked to cut corners wherever he could. On the other hand, Martin realised that it was no accident that the Sergeant had put these two
mutually incompatible officers together, as it was all part of the pattern of behaviour he had come to expect. Glancing over at Holly, Martin shrugged and received a sympathetic smile from his friend in return. By then, the Sergeant had come to the end of his allocation of duties and dismissed the men, who fell out and started about their assigned tasks.
Whereas Martin had been deeply dismayed at being partnered with Paul, the latter seemed unperturbed by the decision and, for the first time, spoke more than a sentence to his temporary partner,
"Well, Martin, it looks as though we'll be working together. Although I know a bit about the area, I'll have to rely on you for more detailed local knowledge. I know you and Dave got on well - he told me often enough - so I don't see why we shouldn't do so as well."
Martin resisted the temptation to say what he really thought, namely that Dave, for all his faults, was basically a good copper, whereas Paul had the reputa
tion for being far from that. Instead, the probationer acknowledged the comment from his new partner with a smile and responded,
"I'm sure we'll prove to be just as effective a partnership as Dave and I have been and I look forward to working with you. Unless you have a better idea, I suggest that we start in the shopping area near the park and then go through the park and out into the housing estate beyond. It'll give you a feel for the area we will be covering."
Martin was surprised at the alacrity with which his suggestion was taken up and accepted by his new partner, although he was soon to discover the reason for Paul's apparent enthusiasm for his proposal. The beat route that Martin had in mind took in a short parade of local shops, as well as a road made up of a few large suburban houses that had been transformed into flats. The first part of the morning proceeded quite normally and the two officers began their patrol in a convivial manner. However, after
they had only been on the beat for less than thirty minutes, Paul gave Martin a meaningful look and, pointing to one of the large houses that had been converted into flats, whispered,
"Listen, Martin, I've got a little bit of private business with someone I know who lives just over there. I'm sure you know what I mean. Oh no, perhaps you don't, but I'm sure you can guess. Anyway I suggest that you carry on with the patrol and start to go round the park, which is not likely to be busy today anyway, and I'll catch you up in about an hour or so. OK?"
Before Martin could respond that the park would be quite busy as it was the half term holiday week for schools and the youngsters would be out in force, Paul had crossed the road and was halfway through the entrance door of the block of flats. As there was little he could do about his new partner's behaviour, Martin decided to carry on with his beat in the knowledge that his worst fears were being realised and that P
aul was just as bad as his reputation had suggested. In the end, therefore, the young probationer walked on past the shops and entered the park by his usual gate.
Immediately in front of the young PC there was a large expanse of grass, some of which was marked out for football, and just beyond that there was a line of tress and scrub land with narrow paths for joggers and other park users to take if they wished to cross to the grassy areas on the far side, or go into the housing estate beyond. To Martin's right there was a secluded area, which, because it was a haunt for muggers and people who were cruising for sex, making up a combination that could prove lethal, was known to be very dangerous at night. On the other hand, it was quite safe in the daytime. Just beyond this area there was a screen of dense bushes behind which lay an old and very unpleasant brick toilet. When he was with Dave, the two officers would check out the area to the right to make sure t
hat whatever had gone on there the night before had not yielded up any victims and Martin kept to this routine even though he was on his own. The Constable's initial inspection suggested that there was nothing unusual to be seen and so he returned to the main path and walked towards the area where a small group of young pre-teenage boys were happily playing soccer, using coats and jerseys as improvised goals. Martin knew most of these boys by sight, if not by name, and they knew him and greeted him as he walked by. One lad, aged about nine, with a round fresh face and a cheeky grin on his face, kicked the ball towards the young Policeman and called out,
"Come on, Mr Roberts, show us what you can do. Come and have a kick about with us. You can have first pick for a team mate, but I still bet we can beat you."
Martin smiled back at the youngster and shook his head, before replying with a laugh,
"I'm sure you could, Ian Doig, but I've got to do my work. You have a
good time with your mates. You'll soon be grown up like your brother Colin and then you'll have to work like I do."
The cheeky lad looked round and said sharply, but still with a smile on his face,
"I tell you something, I wouldn't want to do your job and be a copper like you, Mr Roberts."
Martin laughed and walked on, but, a moment later, the boys' football came whistling past his head, bounced some distance ahead of him and rolled on further from where it landed and finally slid out of sight and down a steep incline towards the front entrance of the partially obscured old brick toilets. The group of boys happily chased enthusiastically after the ball and Martin watched as young Ian Doig sprinted ahead of the pack. It was only after he had gone a short distance further on that the Officer became aware of a commotion going on among the boys that had been chasing after the football. Moments later, Ian emerged from the group and came sprinting towards Martin,
who noted that the youngster rushing towards him and carrying the ball was not the happy lad he had seen a few minutes earlier. Ian Doig had an ashen face and a shocked expression. Hurrying back towards the running boy, Martin stopped him and the youngster gasped out,
"You .. you'd better get over there and have a look, Mr Roberts! It's horrible and dirty in that toilet and not only that, but today there's .. there's a something else in there!!! Please believe me, I'm not kidding. Go and take look!!"
Martin put his arm round the boy and tried to comfort him, mentally making a note that, whatever it was Ian Doig had found, he would not have to look at again. It had not taken long for the other boys to catch their friend up and they were all shouting at once. With some difficulty, Martin tried very hard to calm everyone down and restore some order. The sounds and chaos had attracted wider attention and, after a moment or two, another group, made up this time of t
he teenagers that had been messing around some distance away, came over to see what all the fuss was about. Among the group, Martin recognised Ian's older brother, Colin. The young PC asked the teenager to take charge of his brother and then the other teenagers accepted the Police Officer's suggestion that they look after the rest of the group of boys and keep them out of the way, while Martin went to investigate what Ian had found.
The young Constable scrambled down the incline and came to the brick toilets but could see nothing very suspicious outside. Martin's first thought was that a dead animal or something of that nature had been left in the bushes close by, but he could neither see nor smell anything of that nature. As usual, there was a strong smell emanating from the toilets, which was disgusting, and Martin took a handkerchief from his pocket in a vain effort to protect himself from the stench. Concluding that the boy must have had to go into the toi
let to retrieve the ball, Martin went inside and quickly saw what had caused the boy to be so frightened. It took the young PC a moment for his eyes to get used to the light inside the building, but, once they did, he could see clearly that there was a human body lying face down on the stone floor of the toilet. The head of the victim was leaning against the bowl of the toilet and the rest of the body stretched out through the cubicle door. Martin noted that the person's jeans and underwear were around his ankles and the feet were resting inches from the urinal drain. One look told the Constable all he needed to know, the body was clearly that of a man and the staring eyes indicated that he was dead.
This was the first dead body Martin had encountered since he joined the Police Force, but his instincts and training served him well. The young Constable left everything as he had found it and quickly went outside and used his personal radio to alert the Police Sta
tion of his find, reporting the discovery of a body in suspicious circumstances in a calm and measured way, which belied the churning feelings he felt inside. Martin also made strenuous efforts to contact his erstwhile partner, but whatever Paul Turner was up to, he steadfastly refused to answer his colleague's urgent messages. Returning to the top of the incline, the probationary Constable took up a position to protect the scene as best he could, whilst simultaneously keeping an eye on the growing crowd of people that had gathered around the original group of youngsters in an effort to find out what was going on.
To Martin's relief, it was not long before he heard the wailing of police sirens and knew that help would soon be on hand. The first officer on the scene was Sergeant Smithers, who looked around and immediately asked Martin where his fellow beat officer was. Martin's reply that Paul Turner had not been feeling well and had stopped off at the nearby Ch
emist shop to get some tablets, but would be back any moment, was met with a sceptical response. However, the Sergeant was unable to pursue the matter further at that time because of the arrival of Detective Chief Inspector Bob Prior. The CID officer was regarded as a good detective but, but like many of the other senior officers that worked at Martin's Station, very much a man of the old school. The DCI surveyed the scene and then asked, rather brusquely,
"Who found the body and who was the first officer on the scene?"
Martin spoke in response,
"Sir, the body was found by a young boy of about nine years of age who was retrieving his football which had been kicked down towards the incline over there. It ran down to where the old brick toilets are situated. His name is Ian Doig and he's just over there in the crowd of onlookers being helped by his older brother, Colin. He was in a state when he came back with his ball and told me there was something down there.
He looked awful, so I organised for his brother to look after him and a group of other older boys to keep an eye on the rest of the young lads and then I went into the toilet and found the body. I immediately radioed for assistance and then took up a position to try to safeguard the scene and keep an eye on the crowd as it gathered and then I secured the crime scene until help arrived."
The DCI nodded approvingly and then asked,
"And you didn't you touch anything inside the toilet or on the body?"
"No, sir", Martin replied firmly, "I could see that the man was dead and knew not to touch anything and I'm sure the boy didn't either. He was too frightened by what he saw!"
Again the senior detective nodded and said,
"Good, well done, Constable .. er .. er. What is your name, by the way?"
"Roberts, sir. Martin Roberts."
Superintendent Buxton had already briefed DCI Prior about this new Officer but, although he generally sympathised with his Station Commander's s
entiments, being a fair man, he preferred to make up his own mind. The senior officer looked back at Martin and waited a few seconds as he took in what he saw and then exclaimed,
"Aha, so you're the famous Martin Roberts I've heard so much about! I gather you want to be a detective. Well, you're on your first case right now, if Sergeant Smithers here will spare you."
However much he might have wanted to, the Sergeant could not refuse the senior officer's request and merely gave a sign of annoyed acquiescence. The small group of police officers was swelling, as several more plain- clothes detectives, as well as a number of Martin's uniformed colleagues had arrived. In the distance Martin could see Paul Turner hastening towards the scene, but he had no time to tell his colleague the excuse he had given for his absence. The Sergeant intercepted the returning Police Officer, who, realising that he had to cover his tracks, only succeeded in making matters worse. PC T
urner informed the Sergeant that he had been just the other side of the park trying to see if there were any witnesses or other clues to be followed up. It was clear that the Paul Turner had finally picked up Martin's message and knew about the body, but his attempt to explain his absence had merely landed Paul in deeper trouble. Glaring at both uniformed officers, Sergeant Smithers muttered that, although there was no opportunity to take the matter further at that time, as all the officers were needed to work on the murder case, he would deal with both of the officers when they returned to the Station at the end of the shift. In the meantime, it was expected that Paul would continue with the beat patrol, accompanied by a new partner, because Martin had been temporarily assigned to help CID,
Martin was glad to get away from the confrontation with his Sergeant and he went straight off to report to DCI Prior. The investigating detective indicated to the probation
er that he wanted him to lead the way to where the body had been found, an assignment that Martin was only too willing to undertake. As they walked towards the brick toilets, Martin noticed that another CID officer had been assigned to speak to the young boy that had found the body. The young Constable led the rest of the group of detectives down the incline and on towards the toilet entrance. As the building was too small to accommodate many people, initially only Martin, the DCI and one other detective went inside. Surveying the scene, the senior detective looked at the other two and gave his initial reaction to what he saw,
"From what I can see there are a number of possibilities. It could be a vagrant who came in here to sleep and died of the cold and then had his possessions stolen by someone. A bit unlikely I guess. A stronger possibility is that he is the victim of some gay bashers or some muggers who saw a vagrant and took their chance to steal from him.
Again, possibly this is not very likely. The third possibility is that our victim came here for a meeting with someone with the intention of having sex and that it all went wrong in some way and his queer partner stole his belongings to hide his crime and the victim's identity. I suppose it's what you might expect if you indulge in that kind of behaviour, if you ask me. But enough of speculation, back to what we need to know, I don't suppose, Constable Roberts, that you have any idea who the victim might be?"
In other circumstances, Martin might have risen to the DCI's bait and responded to the implied comments on the gay life style, but the young Constable merely confined his response to the last question,
"No, sir, I don't, but if he is local, I'm sure I have the contacts to find out."
The senior officer nodded and said,
"OK, then, once we have a decent face photograph that is good enough to show people for them to identify the victim, why don't you do that.
It'll probably have to come after the pathologist has finished, but it might be good enough to get a reasonable likeness. In the meanwhile, I suggest that I go outside to see what DC Brown, whom I sent to talk to the young lad, Ian Doig, and his friends can tell us, and that will allow the forensic team to get working in here. While you're waiting, I think it would be a good idea for you to have a scout around the area to see if you can find any other things that might have belonged to the victim."
As he emerged from the darkness of the toilet building, Martin could see from the look on DC Brown's face that Ian Doig had not told him anything useful. In addition, a small number of uniformed police officers had assembled around Sergeant Smithers. As instructed, the young Constable went over to the Sergeant and conveyed the DCI's message. Martin was pleased to see Holly's friendly face among the recently arrived group and he managed to stand close to her so that
together they formed one end of a line of officers that fanned out over the area looking for clues.
As they were being organised, Holly had managed to snatch a quick word with Martin and he told her the background details of the discovery of the body and the reason why Sergeant Smithers had been so angry with Paul Turner. When she heard her young colleague's explanation of what had happened and how his excuse for the Constable's absence had not tallied with that given by the man himself, Holly shook her head in mock horror. The WPC added that she was not surprised and that Paul Turner had been swinging the lead for far too long. However, before Holly could say any more, the team was ordered to start the search. A sudden shout from the other end of the line of searchers brought the line to a halt to enable a small t-shirt to be recovered from the branches of some deep undergrowth. However, once it had been properly examined, it was obviously not a piece of clot
hing belonging to the victim, as it was way too small. A few moments later, there was a second shout. This time it produced rather better results. A small bag was discovered and yielded up some clues about the owner and it seemed it was highly likely that it had belonged to the victim. Inside the bag was a set of clothes, the remains of a fast food snack carton and a few other personal belonging. However, there was no wallet and no pieces of information that would bring the investigators closer to an identification of the body.
On hearing the news, the DCI had come over to the search group and had examined what they had found. Before the bag was taken away for further examination, DCI Prior asked if Martin could be spared so that he could assist in following up other lines of enquiry. It turned out that the youngster that had found the body was so traumatised that he was unable to offer much help, but the senior investigator thought that, because he knew him, I
an Doig might talk to the beat officer later that day or maybe the following morning. In the meantime, Bob Prior wanted Martin to accompany the body to the mortuary and remain there until the post mortem had been completed. Speaking directly to Sergeant Smithers, the DCI explained.
"I'm due in Court today to give evidence in another trial and so is one of my Sergeants, as a result I am very short staffed and can't afford to lose another officer especially if this is a murder and we need to start another investigation later today. The forensic boys have just told me that they have finished up here and that they are happy for the body to be removed to the mortuary. Constable Roberts was present when the body was found, I think he would be a good choice to attend the autopsy and hopefully get a good photograph to help with the identification."
Before the Sergeant could raise any objections, the senior detective turned to Martin and asked, in a matter of fact manner
,
"Is this your first post mortem? Do you think you'll be OK with it?"
Martin nodded and, despite some inner anxiety, tried to sound confident when he replied,
"It is, sir, but I'm sure I'll be fine, sir. Thank you for the opportunity."
Bob Prior smiled encouragingly and said,
"You'll have to get used to it, especially if you want to go into CID work, as I understand you plan to do. Anyway, if you are ready, get over to the mortuary van and go with the body right away."
Martin looked at Sergeant Smithers whose face registered a brief flash of annoyance, but then he nodded and said,
"OK, off you go, Martin, but remember I'll still want to see you and Constable Turner at the end of the shift."
Martin walked over to where the mortuary attendants were standing with the body bag loaded onto a trolley and together they went the short distance to where a black van was waiting. As they walked towards the van, Martin stopped for a fleeting moment but without knowing q
uite why. He looked back towards a clump of tress that stood slightly behind and to his left, but did not see anything unusual. The mortuary attendants had gone on ahead and had already loaded the victim's body into their van, so the young Constable hurried to join them and, once he was aboard, the van was driven away from the investigation site and straight to the local hospital where the post mortem was to be performed.
Although Martin was a rookie, at the Police College he had received training on how to behave in these circumstances and the preliminaries for the autopsy were duly completed with comparative speed and efficiency. If he had hoped that the post mortem would take so long that he would not have to return to the Station and could delay the confrontation with his Sergeant until the following day, Martin was to be disappointed. The pathologist, Dr Simmonds, wasted little time and, although the young Constable felt a bit squeamish at times, Martin ma
naged to follow the procedure without having to leave the room or miss anything. Dr Simmonds dictated his comments as he worked and was extremely efficient in his methods. As a result, the probationary Constable was treated to a very good lesson in effective analysis and what could be gleaned from a forensic examination. When the pathologist had completed his examination and all the photographs and measurements had been taken and samples sent away for further analysis, Dr Simmonds turned to Martin and summarised his findings for the waiting young officer,
"The victim was between 40 and 55 years of age, in reasonable health although slightly malnourished, possibly due to his life style which, given the state of his hygiene, would suggest vagrancy or rough sleeping. I have looked at the teeth and would say that he had some dental work done, possibly in a European country and some years ago, it certainly wasn't very recent and definitely was not done in this count
ry. I gather we don't have a name, but I would check out other vagrants to see if there has been a foreigner among their fraternity. As far as I can tell from this initial examination there are no signs on the body or the existing clothes that would indicate he had been taken to where he was found and dumped or dragged from another place. I will check the clothing again for fibres and any other indications of his having been moved or transported to the spot but I could not see any with the magnifier. I would, therefore, conclude almost certainly that the man was killed where he was found. The cause of death was a single severe blow to the back of the neck, possible a karate style hit, and the victim died very shortly after the attack. Although there was evidence that he had, in the past, engaged in anal sex, there was no evidence of any recent sexual activity of any kind. I hope that is enough for you and DCI Prior to be going on with. I've asked my photographer
to give you as good a copy of the victim's face picture as he can provide and tell the DCI that I will send my full written report within 48 hours."
Dr Simmonds paused for a moment and then concluded his remarks with a smile,
"On a personal note, I'd like to say that you surprised me by the way you behaved during the autopsy, I've seen older and more experienced officers faint away at their first post mortem, so well done!"
Before he could respond, the doctor turned away abruptly and left the autopsy room, leaving the young PC standing alone. Martin went to find the photographer and collected the face picture and then he returned to the Police Station. As he walked through the door, the officer on the desk told Martin that the DCI wanted to see him as soon as possible after he returned from the autopsy. However, before he could go up to the CID offices, the young Constable saw Paul Turner who glared at the probationer and then disappeared into the locker room
. Martin followed his fellow officer into the room and was confronted by a very angry man,
"You bastard, Roberts, you've dumped me right in it! I never trusted your sort, a poncy graduate entrant and a poof, what a combination! I should have refused to go out on the beat with you!! I might have known you'd let me down!!"
Martin flushed and retorted equally angrily,
"I tried to cover for you! I told the Sergeant that you had been taken ill and had gone to get some aspirin and that you had only been gone a few minutes and would soon be back. I tried to contact you earlier than that but you didn't answer my call, presumably because whatever you were up to was too important to stop. I didn't have time tell you what I'd said and you tried to gain some brownie points by pretending to have gone off looking for clues. Of course Smithers saw through it, our stories didn't match up! In response to your personal attack on me, let me say that I never wanted to patrol with
you either but it's not because of the way I came into the force or because of my sexual orientation, it's because you are a lazy and lousy copper and today you've been caught out. As I said I tried to cover for you, but I'm rather sorry I did now if this is your reaction!!"
Paul Turner lunged across the room at Martin, but he was too slow and the intended punch went harmlessly past the younger man, who sidestepped neatly out of the way. A second attempted blow was averted when Sergeant Smithers walked into the room and seeing Martin was there exclaimed,
"So you're back are you? Well, I think I need to have a word with you! In my office now would be a good time!"
Martin was tempted to say that DCI Prior also wanted to see him urgently but, for once, he wisely chose to remain silent and followed the Sergeant to his office with a sense of relief at having escaped from the angry Paul Turner. After they had entered his small office, Eddy Smithers closed the door
firmly and stood glaring at Martin, who returned the stare with an equally steady look. The Sergeant spoke first,
"I know that you have a rather silly sense of misplaced loyalty to the other members of your Relief, but I expected better of you. The reason you gave me for PC Turner's absence was pathetic! Don't forget I know what he is like and I also know that he is having a liaison with a married woman, who lives in one of the flats near the park. He took advantage of your inexperience and left you to carry on with your duties on your own. However, I was driving round in the area car and I witnessed his actions and saw him go into the flat. I knew exactly what he was doing and where he had been. You did well to rouse him and get him back as quickly as you did, but the pathetic lie was stupid. Even though you are on probation and I could make things very difficult for you, I'm only going to give you an informal warning. To my surprise, I have to admit that you h
ave turned out to be a better officer that I expected and, although I will never fully approve of you and your sort being in the Force, I have no complaints about your work or your behaviour. You've taken everything on the chin and never complained, just done your job and that is good. Today, I believe you thought that you were acting in a spirit of comradeship towards your fellow officer, a feeling I rather gather he did not reciprocate. I have to tell you that PC Turner has been suspended and disciplinary action will be taken against him. I expect he will lose his job because it's not the first time he's been in trouble. However you have to put that possibility to one side and so, when the enquiry starts, I will expect you to tell the truth about what occurred today, understood?"
Martin nodded grimly and acknowledged the approach that Sergeant Smithers had taken and even accepted the comments as a grudging acknowledgement that he had acted from the best of mo
tives and was turning into a good Police Officer. Before he left the room, Martin said,
"I will, of course, cooperate fully with any enquiry and give evidence at the disciplinary hearing. I tried to act in what I considered to be the best interests of myself and those of my colleague. I accept that I was mistaken and thanks for handling the matter in the way that you have. In the meantime, I believe that DCI Prior wishes to see me, may I go up there now?"
A brief but noticeable smile, much warmer than usual, crossed Eddy Smither's face and he nodded. As he ushered the probationary officer towards the door, the Sergeant said quietly,
"I ought to warn you that PC Turner has a few friends at this Station, I'd keep a low profile tomorrow if I was you. I understand that the DCI wants me to second a member of my team to him for the rest of the week. Initially I told him I was already short staffed with Dave off sick and PC Turner suspended, but I rather think, on re
flection, that I could spare you for the next few days, it might be the ideal solution. Although Turner won't be around, there are others that might want to try it on with you. I'll make every effort to keep the lid on it, but just be warned."
Martin was grateful for the advice and the warning and he decided to make sure that, when he went home that evening, he would leave in a group of officers he trusted. However, before he could do that, Martin needed to see DCI Prior, so he went upstairs to the CID office and knocked on the door and was immediately taken to see Bob Prior. The senior officer was sitting at his desk reading reports as the young PC entered and said,
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
The DCI looked up and replied,
"Yes, I have a couple of things to ask. First I want a report from the autopsy and second, I've asked Sergeant Smithers to release a Constable to work on my team and I asked for you, Martin - may I call you Martin? Please call me 'Guv',
rather than 'Sir', especially when you're working on my team. I've asked for you because several of us have this Court hearing for the next couple of days and I need someone who's familiar with the case to do some legwork. What do you say?"
The young PC thanked the DCI and immediately accepted the offer of a place on the investigation team. Martin also reported fully on what had happened at the autopsy and the preliminary results that the pathologist had given him and passed on the photograph of the face that would be used to try to identify the victim. The senior officer received all of this information without any apparent show of interest, but when Martin had finished his report, Bob Prior smiled and said,
"Well thanks for all that, Martin, there's plenty to follow up there and so I think you've got your work mapped out for tomorrow. Go and talk to the lad that found the body. He knows you and might be more forthcoming and also I want you to make a start on
identifying the victim. Detective Sergeant Ray Morton will be in charge in my absence. Any news, report back to him. OK?"
Martin grinned broadly and said,
"Great, thank you, S .. Guv."
Martin hoped that he would see Holly and pass on his news but she was not around when he got back downstairs. However, a small number of officers were leaving and one called over to him.
"We're off to see Dave in hospital, do you want to come along with us?"
Martin nodded and went over to join them, making sure that he stayed in the middle of the group until he was safely out of the Police Station. The hospital visit went well and Dave looked pale but obviously on the mend and genuinely pleased to see his visitors. As was often the case in the Police Force, news of the murder and the suspension of PC Turner had already reached the patient. However, the group of visitors was not allowed to stay too long as one of the nurses told them that the patient needed his rest. For her tro
ubles the pretty young girl received from members of the group of visitors several requests for a date or a telephone number. Although all of these requests were taken in good part, they young nurse firmly refused all these advances. Furthermore, these delaying tactics failed to deter the nurse and she began shooing the visitors off the ward. Towards the end of the visit, Dave had indicated that he wanted a private word with Martin before he left. When they were alone, the more experienced police officer also emphasised to his younger partner the need to watch his back in case any of the disgraced Constable's friends decided to exact revenge. On the other hand, Dave also seemed really pleased that Martin was getting a chance to work with CID and urged him to make the most of this opportunity. Touching Martin's arm, Dave said conspiratorially,
"You don't want to end up like me, never more than a Constable with only a few years left now before I collect my pension
. Make sure you get on. You've done well so far, so if you do a good job on this assignment it will help you even more. Bob Prior may be a bit old fashioned and set in his ways, like me, but he is a fair man and a good ally to have on your side."
Martin thanked Dave for his advice acknowledging how good a friend the older policeman had become. Seeing his friends waiting for him outside the ward entrance, Martin reluctantly took his leave and went out to join his colleagues. When they were all outside the hospital entrance, the group began to break up and go their separate ways, but Martin walked with some of the group the short distance to the nearest Tube Station, said his farewells, and made his regular journey home.
Once safely inside his flat, the young man had time to sit back and relax and spend some time reflecting on the day and the secret thrill he had enjoyed as a result of being so closely involved in the first stages of a murder investigation. Mart
in was also cheered when he noticed the message button on his telephone was flashing and he was even more delighted when he heard a familiar voice,
"Hi Martin, Nick Adams here. Freddy gave me your message and I read your note. Yes, please, I would love to keep in touch and come to stay with you very, very soon. I have a plan to possibly go to the theatre in London on Thursday evening and, if it is OK with you, I could stay over the weekend, as I don't have anything until Monday afternoon. I'm really, really keen to see you again and have a repeat performance of the fun we had last Saturday night!!"
At the end of the message Nick had left his Oxford number and Martin called him back straight away but was disappointed when there was no reply. As Martin was unsure who else might have access to the answering machine where he left his response, he decided to leave a fairly circumspect message,
"Hi Nick. It was really great to hear from you! As of today I am involve
d in a complex investigation but I expect to be free for most of the weekend and I would love for you to stay with me and for as long as you want. I will arrange for the old lady, Mrs Downs, in the flat next door to give you the keys so that if, for any reason, you arrive at the flat on Thursday before I get back from work, you'll be able to let yourself in. Make yourself at home when you arrive and get yourself prepared for when I do return! I can't wait to see you again!"
The news that he would be seeing Nick so soon after their first encounter brought a warm glow to Martin and he sat on the sofa and drifted into a daydream about stripping Nick of all his clothes and taking his nicely cut cock between his lips and swallowing the rock hard shaft into his throat and sucking it until he tasted the young man's pre cum on his tongue. The thought of the taste of the youngster's cock and the feeling he remembered of experiencing the sensation as his finger's pushed
inside Nick's hole and teased the young student's prostate made Martin very horny and he began to stroke his hardening shaft. Martin's imagination continued to embellish the fantasy and each new thought led to him to wank his hard cock more vigorously, sliding the palm and finger up the shaft and rubbing his fingers sensuously over the ridge of his exposed glans.
In Martin's mind he had started to slide his cock up inside Nick's welcoming love channel and the rock hard shaft was pistoning rhythmically in and out of his hand, simulating the action he would be taking if Nick was really there. As his masturbation fantasy continued, Martin started to moan quietly and his breathing became increasingly irregular, as the old familiar feeling began to build in intensity. Finally, with a loud cry of pleasure, the piss slit expanded and a stream of spunk jetted out in spurts over Martin's wanking hand and ran down over his fingers coating them with the sticky cream. Rai
sing his hand to his mouth, horny young man slurped his ball juice onto his tongue and slowly swallowed it down his throat until he had succeeded in licking the fingers completely clean.
After he had recovered, Martin sat quietly for a short while thinking about the arrangements he needed to make for Nick's visit. First, however, Martin decided to make something to eat and then go across to speak to Mrs Downs to ensure that when Nick arrived on Thursday the young student would have no difficulty getting access to the flat. Once he had eaten and completed these other tasks, Martin went to bed and slept fitfully until he awoke with a start sometime in the early hours of the following morning. The young man was aware that something was nagging at the back of his mind but Martin struggled to recall what it was that was bugging him. As he lay there unable to sleep, the events of the previous day flashed through his mind, Martin was sure there was something that he ha
d missed. After some time, the young man remembered what it was. It had only been a momentary incident and he had all but forgotten it. Now, however, its significance suddenly seemed greater.
Sitting up in his bed Martin recalled the previous day's events and remembered that, as he walked towards the mortuary van, something had caught his attention. He thought at the time that he that he had seen someone or something half hidden in the trees behind him observing what was going on. It had been just a momentary flash of white or the reflection of glass or metal caught in the sunlight, but, by the time it had registered and he looked again, there was nothing and nobody to be seen. Because of the rush as hurried to join the waiting mortuary attendants, Martin had put the incident down to a trick of the light creating the illusion he thought that he had just seen. But now, in the cold early hours of the morning, he was not so sure. One thing he decided to do later
the following morning was to go back to the area and check it out thoroughly. Martin hoped that he would find conclusive proof either way, but realised that there was no guarantee of that. He determined he would make this his private, number one, priority later in the morning before he started on any of the other tasks that DCI Prior had asked him to undertake. If there was evidence that someone had been standing at the spot, then there were a number of interesting questions to be asked. What were they doing there? Why were they hiding? Was their presence suspicious? Who had it been? These question buzzed around Martin's head and he eventually gave up the desire to sleep more, got up and went off to make a drink before returning to bed, determined, if possible, to try to get some rest before the morning.
Martin must have fallen asleep again, because the ringing of the telephone rudely awoke him and he was annoyed to see that it was still an hour before his usua
l time for getting up. Walking through to the living area where the phone was, Martin swore under his breath at the thought that this was only likely to be someone in CID ringing to tell him that there had been some major development and that he had to get to work immediately. However, he was mistaken. When Martin picked up the phone a very welcome voice greeted him,
"Hi, sexy. Sorry to wake you at such an early hour but I really wanted to catch you before you went to work, especially as I dreamt about you last night and I've woken up feeling really horny!! I know I'll be seeing you later in the week but I just couldn't wait that long! By the way, what's this serious investigation you're involved in? I hope you'll still have time for me!!"
Martin had recognised Nick's voice straight away and his anger had subsided immediately and was replaced by a warm glow, which came over him and cheered him up. As he listened Martin's free hand reached down involuntarily to
fondle his half erect cock. After Nick had finished speaking, the horny man remained silent for a second and then replied,
"Wow, Nick, what a lovely surprise! Since you ask, the investigation I'm involved in is a case of murder and I'm helping the CID I'm really excited because that's what I want to do in the Police, be a Detective. I'll tell you all about it when you're here. Don't worry about me not having time for you, though because I have to tell you I'll always make time!! Just hearing your voice has made my cock hard and I'm really wishing that you were here already so that we could make both our desires come true."
Martin heard a giggle down the phone and then his friend said conspiratorially,
"Well I may not be there right now, sadly, but I am here all alone, I'm completely naked and my dick is vertical and crying out for someone to love it and kiss it and suck it!!"
"Absofuckinglutely", Martin sighed wistfully down the telephone, "I wish I was there
right now, but don't worry I most certainly will do what you want on Thursday night for real when you're here. I'll lick that lovely dick of yours and squeeze your balls and taste your pre cum and suck you gently until you explode down my throat. Then when you're ready I'll slide my well-greased prick inside you and make slow sexy love to you all night. I want us to go on cumming with each other until we haven't got anything more to give!!"
"Oh, Martin, that sounds sooo good", moaned Nick, " but I want you now, right now!!"
As he spoke, Nick had closed his eyes and in his mind's eye he had transported himself to London to be by Martin's side. The young student could feel his lover's warm mouth engulf the spongy cut head of his cock and lick the pre cum that was flowing freely from the piss slit, lubricating the exposed gland and being lapped onto his partner's tongue. This was followed by the memory of the wonderful sensation he had experienced at the weekend
as the older man's mouth swallowed the rock hard shaft deeper towards the back of his throat. As he daydreamed, Nick was continuing to groan down the telephone, and, making no pretence about what he was doing, he used his free hand to caress and tease the shaft and head of his engorged cock in the familiar method of wanking. Meanwhile back in London, Martin was responding to the obvious sounds of his friend's wank by taking his own hard shaft in his hand and gently working it up and down rhythmically. Like his student friend, Martin was breathing hard down the line and making no secret of his activity. Both lovers clearly knew what was going on and what effect each was having on the other.
After a few moments, Nick's dick shaft was so wet with pre cum that Martin could hear the hand slapping against the glans as the student's wanking hand slid up and down the greasy shaft with each stroke. The effect on Martin was to make his own piss slit ooze even more pre c
um of its own and soon he was responding in a similar fashion and Nick could hear his lover's wanking hand as Martin stroked his own dick with increasing vigour. As the two men were each lost in their imagination of what would take place during the session they would have when they met for real later in the week, it did not take long before both Nick and Martin were both passing the point of no return and ready to let fly with their ball cream. From Oxford down the telephone wire came the young student's rasping voice,
"Oh fuck Martin, I wish you were here to suck me right now as I'm about to cum!! Take my load!! Suck .. me .. dry!! Aaaaaarg!!!"
The groans continued as the young student sent a fountain of cum into the air and watched as it fell back onto his naked chest creating a pool of pearly spunk.
Meanwhile, in London, Martin could only picture in his mind the sight of the young student's beautiful prick as it throbbed and twitched and fired the hot ball
cream forcefully from the piss slit. However, this thought and the effect of hearing the sound of Nick's orgasm was more than enough to set Martin even faster on the road to release and he only had time to growl the single word, 'cumming!!!' down the telephone before he also unleashed his own ball juice and it splattered onto the carpet a short distance from where he stood.
Both young men continued to gasp down the telephone for several more minutes as they fought to recover from their exertions until, at last, Nick spoke, still quite breathlessly,
" I can't wait for Thursday!"
"Me, neither", came Martin's, similarly out of breath, response "Then it won't just be in our head and hands it will be for real!!".
"Yes, oh yes!!" came Nick's enthusiastic response.
After only a few more moments during which time each was reluctant to end the connection with the other, Nick and Martin finally rang off. Martin walked back towards the bathroom and took a shower as he
prepared for the rest of the day.
Buoyed up by his early morning experience and by the thought that he would be working with CID, Martin decided to take an earlier train and get off one stop further on than usual. This would enable the young Constable to walk back to his home Police Station by way of the park and take a look at the area where he thought he had seen something the day before. It was a pleasant enough day and Martin's heart began to race harder as he walked through the lower park entrance and eventually came in sight of the cordoned off area that marked and protected the crime scene. Some distance away from where he was walking, Martin could see that there were several teams of policemen, which he guessed had been out there all night, working around the large area and searching for clues or other pieces of evidence. A member of the group nearest to where he was walking spotted him and came over and, recognising the young Constable, grinned across
at him, before calling out,
"Can't keep away, eh?"
Martin smiled back and nodded in a way that seemed to imply that his fellow Constable was correct, but that he did not have time to stop for a chat, indicating by pointing at his watch that he needed to get to the Police Station to report for duty on time. However, instead of taking the most direct route to his destination, Martin moved further over to the path that ran parallel to the busy road by the side of the park. It was not long before he came adjacent to the area he was interested in. Quickly locating the group of bushes he had seen the day before, Martin began to look around as carefully as he could. The first thing he noted was the fact that there might have been someone there because the grass was flattened. However, whether this had occurred the day before or at some other time it was impossible to say. Continuing his search, Martin's eye caught something lying hidden in the grass and he bent down
to see what it was. To the young man's surprise, it was a small silver button with an engraving on it. As he had been trained to do, Martin gathered it up with a handkerchief and then placed it carefully into his pocket. The young Constable was anxious to preserve the piece of jewellery in case it proved to be an important clue. Having secured his find and put it into his trouser pocket, Martin decided to have another quick look around but did not want to waste much time, because he was quite excited by his find and anxious to report the discovery to Detective Sergeant Morton.
As he walked on, Martin rehearsed in his head how he was going to tell the CID officer when he got to the Police Station and explain why he had not said anything the day before. Looking at his watch, the young Constable realised he had to hurry if he was to report on time. Martin began to walk faster and got to the mess room just in time. After joining his colleagues in the briefing room
, Martin noticed a few friendly faces smiling in greeting, but a number of other officers gave him angry looks, no doubt in support of their erstwhile colleague, Paul Turner. There was some relief for Martin when Sergeant Smithers read out the duties for the day and at once it was clear that he was to continue with CID, as the DCI had requested.
As soon as the Relief was dismissed for their duties, Holly caught up with her friend and said,
"Well done, Martin! I'm really pleased for you! You're getting your wish. Don't waste the opportunity and don't let down those of us who want you to do well. Incidentally, I should have some good news in a day or two about my Sergeant's exam."
Martin grinned back,
"Congratulations, I knew you'd do well. I hope that you get your well- deserved promotion and move on to another area, although I'll miss you and so will many others. Thanks for the words of advice, you're not the first person to tell me how important it is to do m
ake the most of this opportunity. Don't worry, I intent to!!"
Holly smiled knowingly and then said,
"I know you will but watch out for yourself! You saw how some of the Relief reacted when you came in. Paul Turner still has a number of friends at the Station and they are not happy about his fate and, however unfairly, blame you for dropping him in it."
Martin acknowledged Holly's comment with a serious look and replied,
"Yes, I know they do, but I honestly tried my best to protect him. He's the one who screwed up and I don't intend to carry the can for his stupidity. I believe that even Eddy Smithers intends to take action on my behalf! In a sense he already has done by allowing me to stay seconded to CID"
Holly gave out a slight involuntary whistle before replying,
"I hope you're right! The Sergeant is not entirely to be trusted, as we both know."
The brief conversation was terminated by a shout from further down the corridor as Eddy Smithers came hurrying t
owards them and said,
"Come on, you two, it's time to stop chatting and for both of you to start working. Holly, Phil Smithers is waiting outside in the car park for you to join him and start your patrol and, as for you, Martin, CID awaits!! Off you both go!!"
The two friends had just a moment to wish each other 'good luck' and then Martin and Holly went their separate ways. Holly looked briefly back just in time to see her younger colleague disappear. As he made his way upstairs for his first full day seconded to CID, Martin's heart was pounding with excitement.
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