Part 1.
Gill gave a small sigh as she stepped out of the door. It was just getting dark and as she stepped into the car park of the venue, an automatic light snapped on. The reception had been very pleasant, minus that ridiculous woman's karaoke performance. Gill could certainly see why Rachel had a wild streak about her, and for the first time ever she had been thrilled that Rachel's personality was as it was. If she were any more like her mother she would have driven Gill mad by now, and she certainly would never have made it as a copper! Gill hadn't appreciated how Sharon had drunkenly stepped between them as she was giving Rachel her blessing. She had got the distinct impression that Sharon hadn't liked her much.
She hoped Rachel would not be distracted in any way from her work now that she was married. Sean was attractive- those legs in that kilt- Gill tittered to herself as she rummaged for her car keys, before remembering that they were in the pocket of her new glittery blazer. She had wondered if it had been too much at her age, but Orla had helped her choose it, and she hadn't like to insult her son's girlfriend by pointing out that the glitter would probably direct little beams of light to highlight every wrinkle on her face, and bingo-wings and sagging breasts were not any more glamorous just because they were glittery. Oh well, Sammy had made some joke about her being "down with the kids". Gill giggled again.
As she found her keys and she looked up to try and remember where she'd parked the car she heard a muffled giggle to the left of her and swung round. A few groans could now be quite clearly heard, cutting through the humidity of the warm summers evening. Gill couldn't help feeling intrigued, and she felt her legs pulling her forward. The detective inside of her was desperate to investigate. She rounded the side of the building to see another row of cars. So there was more parking. Kevin, the absolute fool had gone to park about 3 miles away as he'd thought the front parking was all there was. Gill shook her head. It was always Kevin! As she watched she noticed that one of the cars, parked about 4 spaces along, was rocking slightly, and the groaning continued. Gill let in a sharp intake of breath. Oh dear, why had she had to hear this, it was her job to do something. She thought she recognised the car as she slowly walked towards it. She could hear muffled talking, but as she took another step another automatic light at the side of the building snapped on and she heard a muffled, but clear startled exclamation of "Shit, someone's coming"
Gill stood still a moment waiting. After a moment the car door opened and out scrambled a rather small woman re-arranging a purple dress. Before she even looked up Gill had worked out who it was and she shut her eyes, willing herself to be wrong. As she opened them she saw Sharon Bailey raise her head, sorting out her now-ruffled wedding hair, and jump as she saw Gill. "Shit" Sharon muttered under her breathe. She went to take a step forward and Gill could tell that she was still very drunk.
"Hello Chief inspector" Sharon slurred, trying to get her balance and pulling her dress down to hastily hide the frilly black underwear she had just been displaying to the empty car-park.
"Evening" said Gill, rather embarrassed. She wasn't a fan of dealing with 'parking play' as she liked to call it.
Sharon was looking rather shifty, like a child who'd been caught with their hand in the biscuit jar. However, Gill noted, with little surprise, that she didn't appear to be particularly embarrassed.
"I was just..." Sharon's voice trailed off, and Gill was about to say something when the other car door opened, and a voice that sounded far too familiar said "Is it all clear?"
"Pete!" Gill's voice reflected her surprise.
Pete's head popped up from the other side of the car. "Gi-... M-... Boss." He stuttered.
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