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Chapter 1: Ray

February 1982

"Cracking pair of puppies," Ray boasted to Chris, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

"Yeah, we get the picture Ray," Shaz says, rolling her eyes.

Ray scowled at her, resuming his conversation with Chris. He hadn't really got anywhere near the bird in question. In fact, she had kneed him in the balls and told him that she'd report him for harassment if he ever came within 10 metres of her again. But that didn't stop him telling Chris they'd spent the night together.

"Right you lot," Gene said, coming out of his office and walking over to the whiteboard. "Three women, murdered, all of them raped then stabbed with a small kitchen knife."

Ray looked at the pictures on the whiteboard. "Think they were prozzies gov?" He asked, expecting Alex to lecture him about how not all women who wore short skirts were hookers.

"No evidence to say they were," Gene said, looking at Alex. "DI Drake?" She didn't answer; she was staring off into space, her nails digging into her arm. "Earth to DI Bolly Knickers!" Gene said, raising his voice. "Isn't this the part when you bore us all with your psychiatry bollocks?"

"What?" She said, looking dazed as she snapped out of her trance. "Um..." She ran her hand through her hair, trying her hardest to concentrate. "The killer was most probably a man?"

"Bloody hell! We'd have never figured that out on our own, would we?" He said sarcastically. She scowled at him, standing up.

"I'm going home," she said, getting her jacket.

"Not you bloody are not!" Gene shouted as she walked towards the door. "Drake! Get your bloody arse back here!" She walked out. Ray's mouth fell open. She can't do that, he thought, no way will she get let off again, that's the third time this month! Gene stormed off into his office, getting his coat, and followed her, fury blazing in his eyes.

"She can't have the decorators in that much!" Ray said when Gene was out of the door. Shaz rolled her eyes, beginning to type again. R ay picked up his dirty magazine and put his feet up on the table as he knew the gov wouldn't be back for a good while.

"Cheers Luigi, put it on the tab," Ray said, picking up his pint and walking over to their table. He sat down, eyeing up a woman sat on her own at the other side of the room.

"Don't you think the ma'am has been acting strange recently?" Shaz said to him and Chris, lowering her voice slightly.

"No," he said, barely listening. The woman he was checking out stood up and he did too. "Right, I'm off." Shaz rolled her eyes, carrying on talking with Chris. Ray followed the woman out, licking his lips.

"Alright gorgeous," he said, squeezing her arse and pulling her towards him as she walked into the alleyway next to Luigi's. "Fancy a quickie?"

SMACK! Ray nearly fell over as the woman's fist hit his nose. Bloody hell! He thought as blood began to trickle down from his nose. He could feel it beginning to swell up as she stormed out of the alleyway. "Bitch," he muttered, swaying slightly as he began to make his way home.

"Ma'am?" He said, seeing a dark figure huddled close to the wall. Her head snapped up, her limp, greasy hair falling into her face. She quickly tucked it behind her ear, her hands behind her back.

"Ray?" She replied, smiling weakly. "Are you ok? There's blood all over your face."

"Oh, it's nothing, got into a fight, that's all," he lied, frowning at her. "What're you doing here?"

"Nothing," she said a bit too quickly. "I was, um, just putting my rubbish out."

"At 11:30?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It was making my flat smell," she said. She looked at her watch. "Gosh! Look at the time! I'd best be off, see you tomorrow Ray." She walked away, swiftly moving her hands to her front so he couldn't see them.

Ray frowned the shook his head. The gov was right, he thought, she really is a fruitcake! He walked home, his nose throbbing and still pouring out blood onto his face.

March 1st 1982

"This is the fifth murder Alex!" They heard Gene shout. Surprisingly, she didn't shout back. They would have heard it if she did. "We don't have a single lead! And you, you're just sitting on your bony arse! What's up with you? You're usually the first to come up with some stupid theory! And I can't believe I'm about to say this, but you're usually bloody right!"

There was a long silence then Alex walked out of Gene's office. Her face didn't show the slightest bit of emotion. She simply sat down and robotically filled in the pile of forms on her desk. And when she had finished, she just left. It wasn't even midday yet!

Later that day, Ray realised that him and Shaz were the only ones left in CID, so went to find the gov to ask him about a suspect they'd pulled in.

"Skip, where's the gov?"

"Interview room 7, the one we don't use anymore," Viv replied. Ray walked down the dark corridor to interview room 7.

He approached the door to the room. The gov won't like it if I interrupt him beating up some scum, he thought, I'll look through the window first.

As he walked up to the window, he felt an unknown feeling creep up from the pit of his stomach.

The next twenty seconds happened too quickly.

He looked though the window and gasped, dropping the forms he was carrying.

Oh no.