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Dempsey fell back into the shadows. Julie Harrington was a formidable woman but he couldn't help but think that she was only a pawn in a much bigger game. He watched her cross the road, pulling her expensive coat around her. The fur coat made him feel sick- knowing the woman really did not care about the damage she did. He watched her speak with another man before heading into the hotel. His thoughts turned to the blonde woman he knew was waiting for him. Running a hand over his face he headed towards the hotel, knowing that if nothing else he had to talk to Spikings. He had to find a phone.
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"No." Spikings snapped as he looked at his assorted detectives. Harry folded her arms in defiance as Dave looked at the floor. Chas frowned, mulling over Harry's idea while Dempsey just wanted to shake her.
"It may be our only chance." Harry stated firmly.
"No." Dempsey stated. Harry shot him a death glare. She knew Chas and the others would always see her as one of the lads - she was fine with that. She had never courted any special treatment and never would. The fact Spikings and Dempsey seemed to think she was needing it now just served to make her angry.
"Would you stop Chas doing it?"
"Yeah, there's no way he's gonna look as good as you in a dress. No offence Chas." Dempsey smirked. Chas held up a hand.
"Och, none taken."
"We need to make progress on this case. I don't see how else."
"Last time we used you as a honey trap you were abducted and very nearly killed! Thats why not DS Makepeace!" Spikings snapped. "And the last time I checked I made the decisions regarding active operations around here!"
Harry looked away, silently seething. She nodded once.
"Chas. Find out everything on Miss Harrington in minute detail. Everything - contacts, family- lovers, inside leg measurement! The lot! Dave. Help Chas. Dempsey, Harry find out when the drug deal is going down."
"How? Exactly?" Harry snapped. Spikings glared at her.
"Good old fashioned detective work, my girl. The way things have always been done." He turned, marching into his office. The slam of the door rattled the glass causing Dempsey to wonder if the glass would ever fall out of the frame. Sighing heavily he turned around to talk to Harry, swearing under his breath when he realised she had gone.
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