Manson's downfall
Chapter 1
Sam glanced at the coat stand as she made her way over to her desk. Unless the DI was out, he hadn't arrived yet. Good, thought a little voice in her head, time to have a word with the DCI before he does. The smarmy little git thought he was better than everyone, else. "How does his wife stick him" Sam muttered under her breath, "morning to you too, sarge" "ROB" she didn't need to yell, just to let it all out, "how long have you been standing there", he could have been there for an eternity, she had been so lost in her own thoughts ,Sam hadn't heard him come in. "Just a few seconds" Rob smirked, "so, who's he?" rob inquired. "Nobody you'd know" Sam gave him a brief smile, before sitting down with a sigh.
Her relief was short lived, the doors burst open and in stormed the DI "Sam a word in my office, NOW" bellowed Neil, barely glancing at her, throwing his coat on a hook. "Yes gov." Sam forced a smile. "Samantha please explain to me exactly how you could have cocked up last night because I don't understand" his tone was quiet and dangerous." "Well to be fair gov it wasn't entirely my fault...........
Ten minutes later the stony expression still hadn't left Neil's face as Sam finished explaining. His lips formed a sneer, "You can make all the excuses you want, but it doesn't get us Windsor. You had better hope we catch him or the DCI will go through the roof" he paused "have a report on last nights' incidents, on my desk in an hour, and after that I'm sure you've got some paperwork or something you could do" his now quiet voice was almost mocking, teasing, daring her to argue, to make the situation even worse, well she wouldn't rise to the bait, "Yes gov" her sarcastic smile fixed firmly in place. "You go where I go; you don't leave this nick without my say so" "But gov" "No complaints" "It isn't practical" "No complaints" his voice was raised now, it dropped to a whisper "You brought it on yourself." Sam rose quietly to her feet and left the office.
"So you're telling me that we had Windsor in our grasp, and we let him go." The DCI's voice was thick with disbelief, "yes sir I'm not sure exactly what went wrong, Samantha's writing up a report for me now, I'll let you know when I have it" he made to leave, "you had better hope that Windsor doesn't know we're onto him, or it will be your head on the plate." "Yes sir" a nod of his head to show he understood and Neil was gone.
John Windsor stood with his back to the wind and listened to the proposal with interest. "How badly hurt" an easy smile spread across his face. "Enough to keep her out of action for a while, with no lasting damage." The DI's voice was sharp. "I don't want any cock-ups, and as far as I'm concerned this conversation never happened" "What conversation" Windsor sniggered "She won't know what hit her" As he walked away he counted the bundle of notes he had been given, and looked at the photograph "Bye, bye DS Nixon" he muttered to himself.
Sam glanced at the coat stand as she made her way over to her desk. Unless the DI was out, he hadn't arrived yet. Good, thought a little voice in her head, time to have a word with the DCI before he does. The smarmy little git thought he was better than everyone, else. "How does his wife stick him" Sam muttered under her breath, "morning to you too, sarge" "ROB" she didn't need to yell, just to let it all out, "how long have you been standing there", he could have been there for an eternity, she had been so lost in her own thoughts ,Sam hadn't heard him come in. "Just a few seconds" Rob smirked, "so, who's he?" rob inquired. "Nobody you'd know" Sam gave him a brief smile, before sitting down with a sigh.
Her relief was short lived, the doors burst open and in stormed the DI "Sam a word in my office, NOW" bellowed Neil, barely glancing at her, throwing his coat on a hook. "Yes gov." Sam forced a smile. "Samantha please explain to me exactly how you could have cocked up last night because I don't understand" his tone was quiet and dangerous." "Well to be fair gov it wasn't entirely my fault...........
Ten minutes later the stony expression still hadn't left Neil's face as Sam finished explaining. His lips formed a sneer, "You can make all the excuses you want, but it doesn't get us Windsor. You had better hope we catch him or the DCI will go through the roof" he paused "have a report on last nights' incidents, on my desk in an hour, and after that I'm sure you've got some paperwork or something you could do" his now quiet voice was almost mocking, teasing, daring her to argue, to make the situation even worse, well she wouldn't rise to the bait, "Yes gov" her sarcastic smile fixed firmly in place. "You go where I go; you don't leave this nick without my say so" "But gov" "No complaints" "It isn't practical" "No complaints" his voice was raised now, it dropped to a whisper "You brought it on yourself." Sam rose quietly to her feet and left the office.
"So you're telling me that we had Windsor in our grasp, and we let him go." The DCI's voice was thick with disbelief, "yes sir I'm not sure exactly what went wrong, Samantha's writing up a report for me now, I'll let you know when I have it" he made to leave, "you had better hope that Windsor doesn't know we're onto him, or it will be your head on the plate." "Yes sir" a nod of his head to show he understood and Neil was gone.
John Windsor stood with his back to the wind and listened to the proposal with interest. "How badly hurt" an easy smile spread across his face. "Enough to keep her out of action for a while, with no lasting damage." The DI's voice was sharp. "I don't want any cock-ups, and as far as I'm concerned this conversation never happened" "What conversation" Windsor sniggered "She won't know what hit her" As he walked away he counted the bundle of notes he had been given, and looked at the photograph "Bye, bye DS Nixon" he muttered to himself.