Chapter One
Chapter One
"So you're saying we need some expert help for this case?" DI Sam Nixon questioned.
"Yes" DCI Jack Meadows replied. "I think it is best we called in Specialist Crimes".
Nodding, Sam turned from Jack's office where they had been investigating the latest stack of robberies in the area. The offenders were always dressed the same way – jeans and flannelette shirts with woolen balaclavas. The smaller one had been nicknamed Shortstop while the taller, bulky one had earned the name Hulk. They had been linked to numerous robberies in the Canley area, and the violence associated with them was increasing. But all the leads that the CID team had investigated were running out, and they had no idea where the robbers would target next.
DI Rose Pilcher picked up the ringing phone on her cluttered desk. It had been a rather hectic day and all she wanted was to go home.
"DI Pilcher speaking, Specialist Crimes"
"Yes, this is DI Nixon from Sun Hill. We need some assistance with a spate of robberies that have been occurring in our patch"
Rose groaned. Not another case, that was all she needed. "Yes, how do want us to assist"
Sam went on to explain what had happened. Rose listened patiently, vaguely interested in the case.
"They have nicked several stakes from a hardware store, as well as a large deal of paint. First we thought it could be for a home renovation. But then they stole two large rolls of canvas as well as some audio equipment from the local music shop."
"Well we can send someone down to help you investigate. What about a Detective Sergeant?"
"Yes that would be very helpful. We need someone fast, especially one with local knowledge.'
"I know just the person. I'll have them down to you by 2pm"
DS Phil Hunter stepped out of his Honda Accord and proceeded towards the front of the very familiar building. As he opened the door, a familiar face greeted him.
"Smithy!"
"Phil!"
"What are you doing back here?"
"Helping on some robbery case, apparently you idiots couldn't work it out."
"What and you will be able to eh?" Smithy smirked.
"Yes of course." Phil replied.
"Oh, the door code is 6754" Smithy said in an undertone.
"Thanks mate"
"See you later then". Phil punched in the code and started to ascend the staircase to CID.