This is a new fanfic I've had in mind for a while. Some/A lot of the wordings might need re-editing but I really hope it'll prove to be a good read for any A2A readers.

Ashes to Ashes - Somebody's watching me

Chapter 1

Angie Rose, Angela to her many friends was a hearty and gusty young 25 year old brunette from Hyde, she'd always longed to burst onto 1980's music scene with her own artistic and original music to help her along the way. She was grateful that at least some luck and opportunity had managed to bring her to the quiet location of Fenchurch East. From time to time while she was trying to adjust to the almost impossible lifestyle of living in the capital, she'd encountered a few friendly locals in and around the nearby pubs and clubs. Sometimes she encountered a few not so friendly locals, she was rather shocked by some of the inappropriate behaviour she heard from a group of drunken male friends. "No chance of me finding love around here then"

One Friday morning, while browsing around in a mini market, she suddenly shivered inexplicably. She began to feel uncomfortable and apprehensive especially of everything and everyone presently around her, it felt as though a shadowy stranger was watching every second of her movements and actions. "Maybe I shouldn't have spoken about not find love, maybe I've got myself an compulsive admirer" Whoever the person might have been quickly left her feeling unnerved, their unexplained attendance prompted her to hurry up with the planned shopping she wanted to carry out. She could only reach for whatever priced items she could find in the shop. "Hi can I just pay for these two?" She ended up buying a packet of cigarettes, a tin of Oxtail Soup and a bottle of wine. A few concerned faces were traded from other customers as she dashed out from the shop with her shopping bag.

Momentarily she presumed she might have been acting way too foolish to believe someone was there at that moment observing her from a distance. She convinced herself that she must becoming pretty stressed out from having her all cherished belongings moved into her recently bought flat. She didn't even dare to try and look back over her shoulder to check whether or not she might possibly be getting followed. Her instincts genuinely told her not to waste any more time playing the waiting game and for her to just to go straight home, she decided to do just that.

The aspiring promise and potential dream of making a name for herself seemed disappointingly doubtful at least for the time being. She soon considered driving back home up to her parents house in Stockport for the weekend, believing it might pretty much help to take her mind off a few worrying things that were now on her mind. After she returned back to her new flat ten minutes later, panic and anxiousness soon got the better of her as she discovered that her flat had been broken into. Precious and valuable photo frames were now smashed and the glass pieces were scattered everywhere on the carpet.

As she silently examined the damage and wreck right in front of her eyes, she was on the verge of crying. Nothing seemed like it was ever going to go right for her anymore. "Oh just great! just what I need right now to add to my disastrous time here in London" Angela sighed, she was able to wipe away a few watery tears from her right cheek.

When she left the now cluttered/messy living room, she turned before eventually stepping right through into the kitchen and placing her shopping bags down on the wooden countertop. She was left staggered especially as she discovered and saw for herself just what precisely had been scrawled and defaced in clear capital letters across the kitchen wall in red paint. TRUST NO ONE, NOT EVEN THE COPPERS. I'M THE ONLY VALUABLE FRIEND YOU'LL EVER HAVE JK.

"Who would do this to me? and why be determined to turn my flat upside down." She called someone she knew, the only person she could depend on, rely on and who she knew would certainly sit down with a cup of tea and soon listen to whatever she had on her mind, her friend Janine. "Janine it's me Angela, someone's broken into my flat. Can you come over as soon as possible. I'll explain everything"

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Janine turned up to check on her young friend around 15 minutes later, however she wasn't alone. A eye-catching and attractive male individual advanced towards her. He was followed by his beautiful and glamorous female colleague, who definitely looked bright and very alert.

"Angela this is DCI Hunt and DI Drake, after you phoned me and we finished talking over the phone I phoned their station right away about the break in here at your flat" She flashed a worrying look at her now distressed friend.

"Look Janine I didn't really want the police involved. I can't be doing with any bother at the moment, already had enough of it of this morning." Angela protested, gesturing her disapproval with both of her shaky hands.

"Where's that accent from, love?" The male Detective suddenly asked her. She looked and turned to face him as she reacted with real surprise as she overheard and then was able to recognize where his accent was from.

"Hyde, why do you want know for, DCI Hunt?" Angela responded.

"Curious that's all, local girl eh" The male detective smirked at her and flashed a similar look at her unimpressed female colleague.

"Are you going to let us in or do we have to stand around on the doorstep looking like we're characters from Spitting Image" DCI Hunt asked, Angela relented and straight away allowed them to come into the flat.

End of Chapter

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