" Sergeant, I believe we have enough evidence to take this to court
as a murder "P.C Ladd was quite a new officer and looked enthused.
" Maybe" Sergeant Albone looked at the files and paper work she had been handed. An identification parade would need to be taken by the witness, but otherwise there was evidence. The murder was a street away, and Matt had been seen running and looking around worried by the Argos CCTV Camera's. He fitted the description perfectly and, it was probably supposed to be just a mugging, as no other offences were on Matt's record.
" Who is this Izzie? We need to know! We need to get an I.D parade from atleast 2 witnesses and it is vital we talk to 'Izzie'. Currently we do have enough to take him to court with, Just not enough to get the verdict we want!" Sergeant Albone paced around the office thinking rapidly. P.C Ladd stood awkwardly.
" Get two officers out there, do a door to door Grasmet street." Sergeant Albone nodded to the office door as if to say leave. P.C Ladd walked swiftly out, feeling pleased with herself. She felt in charge of the operation, and a minute later sent out two P.C's to do the door to door. P.C Preston and P.C Ladd decided to re-interview Matt. Both officers though there was something naive about Matt, and to be on the safe side P.C Ladd called social services. They would be able to ask about his home situation, and find him a hostel to stay in on bail.
A kind lady from social services soon arrived. She looked in about her 20's and had light blonde angel curls, and deep brown eyes. She looked friendly enough and was quite easy to chat too. The two officers told her Matt's circumstances whilst she listened contently and nodded. The officers decided to take her and Matt into a mirrored room alone so they could talk privately whilst the officers could watch through the one sided mirror.
An unfamiliar officer unlocked Matt's cell and Lead him to the mirrored room. Matt welcomed the change of rooms as he was beginning to feel really scared and claustrophobic. He still felt really rough and was easily angered. As Matt entered the room he sat down on a deep plush chair, the type teachers sit on, and looked deeply at the social worker. She held out her hand for him to shake and said,
" Hi! Im Sara! Im here too have a little chat with you" She smiled at Matt. Matt felt a lot happier inside. He shook her hand.
" Im Matt. I know why you're here, but I didn't murder anyone I swear it!" Matt knew what she probably thought of him.
" Matt that's not why im here" Her soothing voice reassured him. He looked around slightly confused.
" Then. why are you here.. And who are you??" Matt didn't expect an honest answer.
" Im a social worker, and im just here to see how you are and where your living- that's all! So Matt, where are you living?" Sara stared at him.
" Err. Well" Matt began to stutter. He knew he should really tell the truth. " Well im homeless. Im an orphan and I. I just end up on the street I guess" Matt blushed.
" That cant be good? You know we provide places for the homeless to stay and sleep. Why haven't you applied for a place in the youth hostel?" Sara asked nicely. " I never really knew how. I've walked past that one on the back of the high street a couple of times but I thought you had to pay"
" Nah you don't! Just walk in. Everyone's very friendly! So how old are you matt?" Matt felt she was being genuine. " 14." He looked away, and found himself staring into the mirror. " 14. I could have sworn you said you were 17!" Sara looked honestly confused. " I. Lied" Matt looked away, ashamed even with this girl he had only just met! " Matt you realise that we're going to have to contact you parents. Okay I think we'll have to stop here." Sara went to leave the room. " Err... I guess so? Im sorry I know I've blown it." Matt sat silently and Sara just nodded. The door was shut and Matt was alone. He silently began to cry. Alone again. He always had been and always would be. He could have kicked himself. How could he get his parents involved? He hadn't seen them for months and they'd hardly want to see him anyway! P.C Ladd walked in the room. He sat up and as they headed back to his cell she said " Gooden!"
" Maybe" Sergeant Albone looked at the files and paper work she had been handed. An identification parade would need to be taken by the witness, but otherwise there was evidence. The murder was a street away, and Matt had been seen running and looking around worried by the Argos CCTV Camera's. He fitted the description perfectly and, it was probably supposed to be just a mugging, as no other offences were on Matt's record.
" Who is this Izzie? We need to know! We need to get an I.D parade from atleast 2 witnesses and it is vital we talk to 'Izzie'. Currently we do have enough to take him to court with, Just not enough to get the verdict we want!" Sergeant Albone paced around the office thinking rapidly. P.C Ladd stood awkwardly.
" Get two officers out there, do a door to door Grasmet street." Sergeant Albone nodded to the office door as if to say leave. P.C Ladd walked swiftly out, feeling pleased with herself. She felt in charge of the operation, and a minute later sent out two P.C's to do the door to door. P.C Preston and P.C Ladd decided to re-interview Matt. Both officers though there was something naive about Matt, and to be on the safe side P.C Ladd called social services. They would be able to ask about his home situation, and find him a hostel to stay in on bail.
A kind lady from social services soon arrived. She looked in about her 20's and had light blonde angel curls, and deep brown eyes. She looked friendly enough and was quite easy to chat too. The two officers told her Matt's circumstances whilst she listened contently and nodded. The officers decided to take her and Matt into a mirrored room alone so they could talk privately whilst the officers could watch through the one sided mirror.
An unfamiliar officer unlocked Matt's cell and Lead him to the mirrored room. Matt welcomed the change of rooms as he was beginning to feel really scared and claustrophobic. He still felt really rough and was easily angered. As Matt entered the room he sat down on a deep plush chair, the type teachers sit on, and looked deeply at the social worker. She held out her hand for him to shake and said,
" Hi! Im Sara! Im here too have a little chat with you" She smiled at Matt. Matt felt a lot happier inside. He shook her hand.
" Im Matt. I know why you're here, but I didn't murder anyone I swear it!" Matt knew what she probably thought of him.
" Matt that's not why im here" Her soothing voice reassured him. He looked around slightly confused.
" Then. why are you here.. And who are you??" Matt didn't expect an honest answer.
" Im a social worker, and im just here to see how you are and where your living- that's all! So Matt, where are you living?" Sara stared at him.
" Err. Well" Matt began to stutter. He knew he should really tell the truth. " Well im homeless. Im an orphan and I. I just end up on the street I guess" Matt blushed.
" That cant be good? You know we provide places for the homeless to stay and sleep. Why haven't you applied for a place in the youth hostel?" Sara asked nicely. " I never really knew how. I've walked past that one on the back of the high street a couple of times but I thought you had to pay"
" Nah you don't! Just walk in. Everyone's very friendly! So how old are you matt?" Matt felt she was being genuine. " 14." He looked away, and found himself staring into the mirror. " 14. I could have sworn you said you were 17!" Sara looked honestly confused. " I. Lied" Matt looked away, ashamed even with this girl he had only just met! " Matt you realise that we're going to have to contact you parents. Okay I think we'll have to stop here." Sara went to leave the room. " Err... I guess so? Im sorry I know I've blown it." Matt sat silently and Sara just nodded. The door was shut and Matt was alone. He silently began to cry. Alone again. He always had been and always would be. He could have kicked himself. How could he get his parents involved? He hadn't seen them for months and they'd hardly want to see him anyway! P.C Ladd walked in the room. He sat up and as they headed back to his cell she said " Gooden!"