Part 3 of 15 - Dwayne

Prelude

G'bye, Charlie, you was a good Chief, never on me for bein' late or hungover an' I'm really gonna miss you. This new guy better not be all prim an' proper an' expectin' me to shape up or nuthin' 'cause that's not me, not Dwayne Myers, Ordinary Officer extraordinaire! I'll just have to get around the new guy like I got around Charlie. Shouldn't be too hard. The island has a habit of calmin' people down, rubbin' off all the sharp corners an' smoothin' out the wrinkles, like.

And here's Fidel gettin' his hopes up again an' frettin' himself into a knot. Fidel, relax! I'll whip this new guy into shape just like I did Charlie! There's no need for worry. None a'tall. This new guy will be putty in my hands within the week, you just wait and see!

Station introductions

Uh oh, we's in trouble. Lookit him! What a bozo! A wool suit an' a tie AND a raincoat? Where did him think he was comin'? He's a nitwit, a prissy fussy little pen pusher! The Chief will be spinnin' in his grave if THIS is the best The Met can send us. An' you can slap that monitor from now to doomsday, man, it ain't gonna work an' I'm keepin' yours… long as Fidel don't squeal on me! An' why would he? Me an' Fidel is pals, partners in crime… I mean in law… I mean… oh, hell, he won't say nuthin'.

Station, endin' the call to Darlene

I was right! This Poole is trouble! His station sent him here to get rid of him! Now he's OUR problem! AND he's cost me a dinner at the Bay Cove! Man! I wonder if I can sneak the cost out of the station petty cash? He prob'ly wouldn't notice. Or would he? He's got that pencil-pushin' pinched look to his face. I bet he WOULD! Ah, man! The Bay Cove! There goes my datin' budget for the whole month!

Canvassin' Honoré with the mystery photo

What a waste a time! I got better things to do than scut work! Who cares about this woman? Just only HIM, that's who, an' he's gonna make my life hell by orderin' me around an' expectin' me to salute an' click my heels an' stuff. I ain't got time for this, I'm missin' my afternoon nap, I am!

Oh, an' now he wants all the evidence back from Guadeloupe? He's undoin' the little bit of work that we managed to get done! This guy is poison, pure and simple! An', Fidel, you listen to me now… this Poole may be many things, most of 'em annoyin' as hell, but he's no Chief! Never, ever. Got it?

I miss you, Charlie! You let us run things the way we wanted an' Life was good.

Station, unpackin' the evidence

Hey? He needs somethin' hinky an' he's bein' a bit cheeky about it? I don't often get asked to do anythin' hinky on the job, like. This is kinda fun! An' now he needs the gun at the crime scene? Oooo, we're gonna need the radios? What's he got planned, I wonder?

Uh oh, now I'm startin' to feelin' all curious and stuff, like maybe this could be interestin' or somethin'.

Damn.

Pool-side, Salcombe estate

Come on, Lawrence, show some respect! Just 'cause you're a drinkin' buddy o' mine don't mean you take the uniform for granted! You'd BETTER run, before I decide to write you up for dissin' The Law!

Why is Fidel lookin' at me like that? He'd better not be gettin' any ideas that I'm gonna change my ways just 'cause the new guy is a bit of a clever clogs! I'm not doin' nuthin' to impress our new boss. Not me. Nope. Still, it feels a bit like a TV crime show now, everythin' bein' so serious an' excitin' an' all.

And here's me talkin' on the radio like a real cop. We're re-enactin' the crime, we are, an' don't it feel fine to be followin' procedure like a pro? Fidel an' me, we're a good team. I never really saw it before. I wonder why that is?

Station parkin' lot

Well, new boss or not, I still gotta live so… hot date comin' up! Now, what was Fidel sayin' 'bout a key?

Lookin' cool on the bike

Wow! That was fun an' the boss was kind of funny an' a good sport about it. Me splashin' him through those puddles was kinda mean but he don't seem to hold it against me. Just the same, I'd better sharpen up my drivin' skills a lil bit. I could tell he was scared on the road… but he just gritted his teeth an' didn't say nuthin'. All he wanted was to get to the next clue an' keep followin' the scent.

Maybe he's not such a bad guy, after all.

Maybe this Poole is deep.

End – Part 3