Sandra hated sitting on her arse all day, even if it was a Saturday, normally she would have spent Saturday at her leisure going through the case notes on the latest unsolved crime her and her team were investigating with a fine toothcomb. She had loved her job as a police officer and now she had to be a PA to some finance manger who she couldn't give toss about. All because of some man who fancied himself as part of the English equivalent to the MAFIA. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair on poor Strickland who had been shot 3 times in the chest by Scarby and then stabbed 16 times in the same place by one of his men, just to make sure. Every time Sandra closed her eyes she saw Strickland run into the underground bunker where She, Brian, Jack and Gerry where held hostage. She saw him fall onto her lap and he and the rest of the backup squad came running in to save the day, most of them falling victim to the same fate as Stickland.
She could still feel the tightness of course rope that was tied round her wrists, waist and ankles that dug into her flesh. The rope that was trapped in between her lips to refrain her from screaming for help was much more wiry, she could feel the corners of her mouth was slowly splitting the corners of her mouth but with all the beatings she had been subject to in the past few hours ensured that she couldn't feel anymore. She could barely hold her head up to turn to see her colleagues and check they were okay. There was no need really she knew exactly how they would be.
God, if only she hadn't have interviewed Scarby, If only she had waited to get back up from Strickland. And then she wouldn't have put everyone else in this mess. She couldn't even comfort Strickland when she died, he couldn't even give him a reassuring look to tell him he was going to pull through this.
He had come to save them and they could not return the favour. She hated herself for that. She hated how because of her two children were left without a father and that a mother was almost left without her son and her father. Because of her stupidity Scarby wasn't going to go down for trafficking children, using them to deal drugs and the various murders he had been involved with. He made sure he knew everything about the UCOS team. How they worked, where they lived, where they went and more importantly what their weaknesses were. Unfortunately they uncovered Gerry's; his family. That's what happened on that fatal day, why the UCOS team had been held hostage. Scarby had taken little Gerry and he made sure his grandpa and his friends knew about it.
He knew they would come running, and that what he wanted. He was going to destroy the Metropolitan's Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad and its members. He had no intension of it being made difficult.
Sandra got up off the sofa. She had had enough of Saturday morning television. She had enough of the fact Strickland was gone and his murderer was out there larger than life probably running some other poor bugger's life.
No she decided she was going to do something about it. She was going help the Met catch him and put him behind bars once and for all. The only trouble was how she was going to do that discretely she couldn't afford to draw attention to herself. It was a shame Brian wasn't here, he would have had an idea of how to do that. It was a shame Gerry and Jack weren't there either they would have known what to do.