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The End In The Beginning
It has been said once before - in a fairytale I believe - that a dream is a wish your heart makes. In the early hours of the morning a woman comes home, where she has been and what she has been doing is long forgotten as the man who loves her welcomes her back into his open arms and this is where our story begins…
Knock Knock Knock
Alex rolled over and Gene nudged her.
"You get it!" She moaned in her sleep.
"No you get it!" He said. She reached over and pulled the covers off him laughing in triumph and snuggling back down. He groaned, looking around for his dressing gown and, not being able to see it anywhere, he pulled on Alex's flowery one. The knocking continued more insistent this time,
"Alrigh', Alrigh'! I'm comin'!" He opened the door and found a man and DCI Jim Keats standing there.
"Ah Mr Hunt I'm Detective Chief Inspector Charles Mackintosh and this is my partner, Detective Chief Inspector Jim Keats, is your wife at home?" Alex joined Gene at the door,
"What's going on?" Gene looked down at her,
"Oh there's my robe!" Jim smiled at Alex,
"Good morning Alex. You look well." Alex smiled a confused smile at him and then looked up at Gene. He put his arm around her waist defensively,
"Yes, Mrs Hunt and I are well, how can we help you?" He put emphasise on the word Mrs, what could he say? He was a jealous man and Keats in particular had been trying it on with his wife for sometime now, though she'd never notice. She was far to kind and gentle to notice attentions from another man.
"There has been a murder, in your nightclub." Alex gasped and clutched at Gene, he held her closer.
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Upon arriving at their club 'C.I.D' Alex immediately went over to Ray and Chris to see if they knew what was happening,
"Chris was the one who saw the body and he screamed like a poof!" Ray said shaking his head. Chris protested,
"It was a yelp honestly!" Ray shook his head again and laughed,
"You screamed like slutty girl number 1 in a teen horror flick!"
Gene sighed God his bartenders were so unmanly, they might as well be girls, a big bunch of nancy sissy girls, unlike his wife who had more balls than them put together! Alex took his hand and walked through to where the DCI's were leading. Into the men's they went and low and behold, when they reached cubicle four they saw a man lying motionless with blood on the wall behind him and a bullet wound in his chest. Alex gasped and hid her face in Gene's shoulder.
She had never seen a dead body he had been in the army and had seen too many.
"Did either of you know this man?" Said DCI Mackintosh.
They both shook their heads. Mackintosh looked at Alex suspiciously,
"He was obviously in your club last night so one of you must have seen him?" Gene shook his head again.
"Neither of us was on the floor much last night." Mackintosh was still looking suspiciously at Alex.
"Mrs Hunt, which is closer to the men's? Your office or the kitchen?" She looked puzzled,
"My office, why?" Jim with a look of dismay on his face said,
"The victim was killed by a gunshot wound to the chest."
"So how, Mrs Hunt, did you fail to hear a gunshot if your office is right next door?" Said Mackintosh, with raised eyebrows.
"Well maybe I had already gone home, I left at 4.00am." She looked at her husband. Mackintosh gave a small smile and Jim, still dismayed, said,
"This man was murdered between 2.30 and 3.00am."
"Since you obviously weren't you said you were. I repeat where were you?" Mackintosh used a little force in his last 3 syllables. But Alex remained adamant,
"From 12.45 to 4.00am I was in my office!" Gene narrowed his eyes at Mackintosh and Jim.
"I don't know what you're trying to insinuate but it better not be what I think it is! No more questions, we're going home!" Gene put his arm around Alex's waist and gently towed her away from the crime scene. As they left, Jim looked over at Mackintosh,
"That was a little harsh Mac, implying she was having an affair."
"Hey but if it is true you'll finally get a crack at her, it's what you want right? I know I would if I was young and had my eyes on her. I mean who wouldn't?" He winked and walked over to forensics. Jim sighed to himself, that's true.
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