WALK THIS WAY
"We'll need a volunteer."
My hand had shot up before "teer" had hit the airwaves.
I wanted this.
I needed this.
"This" was the reason I'd joined up.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me fill in the blanks for you. The name is D.C. Castle. Nick Castle and I'm currently trying to snag my first undercover gig. I'm so keen for this particular case that I've broken the first rule of policing: Don't Appear Too Keen. Normally I follow all the (advertised) rules. I don't drink and drive. I don't swear at Nuns and I don't do drugs.
Ever.
Like most people in the police force. I'm broken. I'm used to working alongside others who are here because a drunk driver killed their Dad. A burglar brutally robbed their Nan. A Traffic Warden terrorised them for two hours on a trip to Ikea. Every one of them brings their pain to work and tries to work around it. The usual crutches; working non-stop, drinking excessively and sex with anyone who'll have you, are evident for all to see; but everyone to a man, would say that they are fine. Life is fine. Fine, not good.
We don't get good in this job. Good is for those who don't inhale the stench of the underbelly of society. Day in, day out.
Good is for those who live on the sunny side of the street.
I live here.
This gig that I'm angling for ticks all my boxes.
It's covert.
It's solitary.
It's dangerous.
It's personal.
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