SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL
'Dad I'm bored!'
'Go and look through the things in the office. See if you can find a book to read'
'Why do you always have to work?'
'Because that is what pays for your food, and this house and your toys'
'That's not what I meant but ok dad'
She walked out of the room and went into the office down the corridor. She opened the nearest box and looked through the contents. Near the bottom of the box was a blank fronted page. She pulled it out of the box and opened the first page.
December 4th 1982
Alex Drake has been shot by her DCI; Hunt, to be precise. I hate him. He's always like this. Always trying to kill or injure his team. First Sam Tyler now Alex. It's not fair. I can't allow Alex to turn out like Sam. I can't let Hunt take her. I must tempt her to my side. Persuade her that he is the devil and I am God instead of the other way around.
She did the book up again and looked for anything similar in the box. It was the only one so she picked the diary up again as a photo fell out. It had two women and several men on it. A few of the men were in uniform as was one of the women but the others were all in suits or in the case of the other woman a smart blouse and skirt with heels. They were sat on benches. She turned the photo over and read the inscription.
Police Gala 1983 me, Alex, Hunt and the rest of the team.
Dad was in this, he had his hand around the woman. This must be Alex. A man nearby was staring at her with lost eyes. He must be so in love with Alex. She wondered who it was. She picked up the diary and went to her room passing her dad on the way.
'Did you find something to read Annabelle?'
'Yes dad'
She carried on to her room and locked the door. She sat down on her bed with the diary. She opened it again.
May 28th 1983
She's awake from her coma. She was so hurt that he'd done it but tried to persuade me that it was all accidental! Right like that's true! Hunt's probably blackmailing her! The bastard! Why is Alex Drake so attractive? She's gorgeous. I sometimes sit at her bedside watching her sleep. She's normally so peaceful. But tonight was an odd acception to that. SHE SAID 'GENE'! How could she? I thought it was me she entrusted in. I thought it was me she came to when she was upset or angry. I was so angry with her! How could it be Gene she still loved? How can she after all I've made her believe? I thought she loved me! Not that God fellow! After I won her round a few months ago! I had to win her back after Hunt tried to persuade her! He nearly won too! How could she believe him? It's unbelievable. And to think he still loves her too!
She took out the photo and tried to work out who each of them were. One was her dad; one was Alex the woman near her dad. The man looking at Alex was Gene. But she had no idea of who the others were. She went to her bedroom computer and typed into the search engine the two words Alex Drake. The search completed and she opened a window reading it.
DI Alex Drake, 37 year old single mother of daughter Molly. Married and Divorced. Joined Fenchurch East Metropolitan police force October 1981 joining DCI Gene Hunt, WPC Sharon Granger, DC Chris Skelton, DS Ray Carling and the rest of the team.