Andy's been charged with third degree murder. Did he do it or has he been framed?
It all started on Friday the 15th of July.
It was a normal day for me. Well as normal as it could be if you lived in Cardiff; also known as the city where normality does not exist. I added in my head as I walked into the Cardiff police station. It had been renovated since Weevils had attacked and murdered most of the senior officers over a year ago. They'd be all replaced now, one of them being my new partner Mia Grover as well as that creep of a senior officer Superintendant Dr Aaron Copley.
I nodded cheerily at one of the newer junior constables as I signed in to say that I had arrived for my shift on the beat. "Mr Davidson. The superintendent wants to see you. ASAP." She said formally. I cringed a little but then attempted to smile at her, but knowing that soon, she would be on the beat seeing for herself the scum of the Cardiff Bay area it faltered slightly. "Please call me Andy." I said smoothly. She blushed, clearly embarrassed. Poor dear. I decided that I needed a cuppa so I headed towards the cafeteria, ready to burn my taste buds with the horrible taste that was Cardiff Police Station's percolated coffee.
As I entered the empty cafeteria I stood there for a moment, taking it all in remembering, how the city was bombed and how affected the police had been, I had been. My sister, bloody, bits missing...she was only 16... Blown to smithereens. Shouldn't have let her leave the house, I should of insisted that she come with me. Of course, she had to try to rebel. It is not safe here anymore. I snapped out of it and headed downstairs to the superintendent's office, since that was what I had been told to do. I need to finish this; bloody bastard will not give me a break. Creep he is too, groping the female PC's. Ugh. I knew he was up to something but I had never been sure what or how he ever got away with it. Sometimes evidence would go missing, and then turn up as new evidence for someone else. Quite dodgy, if I say so myself. As soon as I saw that no one anywhere near his office I slipped inside, took out my personal usb from my pocket and shoved it quickly into the computer, hoping to find any shred of evidence of a misdemeanour that could get him the sack. Send it to head office... or Torchwood, I really don't care as long as they get rid of him.
That's when I saw them. The cheques for thousands of pounds from well-known drug kingpins and pimps, addressed to my superintendent. Dozens of them, just out on his desk, plain as day. I stood there for a moment, stunned as a mullet.
I had known he was a bad person, but his corruption had still shocked me. How had it gone undetected for so long. It had been almost a year now. "Well, Davidson..." A drawling voice from near the door to the office exclaimed softly, a voice that I would know anywhere really.
It was not a voice you could easily forget, it was as if well... the only way I could think of trying to describe it would be like the voice of Severus Snape in the Harry Potter movies. That is a bad comparison. It was the superintendent. "Guess I've been found out." I blinked a couple of times before I looked up to see the Superintendent leaning again the doorframe, as if I had not seen anything remotely illegal. Shit. Bloody bastard. How would he know that I would come here? I only decided to do these ten minutes ago. Anyway, look menacing.
I glared at him nastily as I removed the usb from the computer discreetly and pocketed it. "Yeah..." I snapped at my superior. Bloody hell. "You have. You're bloody corrupt aren't you? Pocketing money from the filth so they aren't arrested and can continue feeding drug habits and supporting prostitutes. How many other officers have you reeled in hmmm?" Yeah, that's it. Look disgusted and pray to god that he doesn't shoot you dead.
The superintendent laughed at me cruelly. "Oh Davidson, you wound me. I thought you were smarter than that. How can you be so naive? Reeled in? Did you ever think they might have done it through their own free will; it is good money after all. Your partner Ms Grover as well as four other Constables and the Deputy all agree with that sentiment." He laughed at me as I blinked four times in quick succession. He then added smoothly, as if to mock me. "Oh and Mr Davidson, I'd recommend you hand in your badge and go far, far away from Cardiff. We don't want you being in a tragic accident."
I was lost for words and knowing that I needed to somewhat look like a hero, like Gwen's bloody boss Captain Jack Harkness. I regained my composure as I took my hat that hid my mess of curly blonde hair and reached into my pocket where my badge was stored. "You may believe that I'm not an officer of the law anymore but you can never ever make me leave Cardiff."
With that, I stormed out of the Superintendent's office only to end up stopping a couple of metres away when I heard him laughing at me. "Then Mr Davidson, consider yourself on the run." I stood there like a stunned mullet while he continued. "Let me see... Let's say for third degree murder, unlawful discharge of a weapon and disobeying orders. Say hello to Torchwood for me." I turned right and trudged out of the station, breaking out into a slow jog as I headed towards where I knew my flat would be. Bollocks. After I've packed a couple of things, I'll call Gwen. Surely, she must know what to do. Just get there before they can call it in.
I ran, bloody hell I ran as fast as I could towards my flat, fumbling with my keys as I neared the entrance to my flat. No. Not my flat, it was my sisters flat too. I wrenched open the door, making sure no one was inside, and then the packing started. For hours, it seemed I was picking up various things to put in my suitcase. Jeans, jocks, shirts... photos; essential items, that kind of thing. I knew I had forgotten something. Then it clicked. My gun. I will need to defend myself I suppose. I was pretty handle with my gun. Took forever to save for it though. I had thought it would be a good idea, seeing as I had degrees in Sociology and Criminology; to become a lecturer's assistant at Cardiff University. Little shits they have there too, what is the world coming too. It was worth it though.
I sighed as I took a sweeping look at my flat and I remembered all the good times I'd had with my sister, ma, and pa before their car accident that was only weeks before my sister died. I then turned and walked away, fumbling with my phone as I pressed the numbers which could save me from jail.