Hey guys! Just wanted to quickly say thankyou to those adding me to their favourite stories, updates and the reviews I've started to get. means a lot :)
Also, the Galexy stuff I know your all begging for. Well, their will ofc be snippets of Galex throughout the story but I don't wanna do anything too gushy. If I can get it out right without sounding too soppy (cos Gene Hunt don't do soppy) then their will hopefully be a nice Galexy ending. More drama to come, Shaz and Chris's wedding will be soon, and some drunk moments from all. Come on, a wedding, CID and the prospect of reviews...they'll have some hangovers the next morning. Here's a new chapter, more being written too. Sorry in advance if i take a while. Hopefully I won't but i've been ill the past couple of days and my college assignments are stacking up thick and fast. Anyways, enough of my babble...enjoy!
After being sent by the Guv into interview room 3, with Mr Roberts Chris and Ray headed inside to see the suspect sitting casually on the chair on one side of the desk. The two officers sat down simultaneously and didn't wait around before starting the interview.
"Your name?" Chris asked, just so they were on first name terms.
"Mr Lewis Roberts. Your?" Lewis asked, almost as if he was having a meeting with someone in a shopping centre, and not the interview room of a police headquarters.
"DS Ray Carling and DC Christopher Skelton." Ray introduced, his angry, violent side not coming out as of yet.
"Right, so why are you dragging me here on such a bright afternoon?" Lewis asked.
"Oi! We're the police officers. We do the questions. So you just shut your trap and only speak when we ask you a question. Understood?" Ray growled but Lewis didn't reply. Shifting his seat back quickly Mr Roberts seemed to know better and nodded slowly.
"How well do you know Mr Graham Lyson?" Chris asked, his tone a lot quieter than his colleague's.
"Well he was my boss so we're on speakin' terms an' all. Go out for a drink every night, ya know, getting rid of the stresses of bein' a debt collector." Lewis smiled, but it wasn't a pleasant smile.
"Stresses and debt collecting? Wha'ever. So you and your boss don't like to drift off to various different pubs and kill off policemen drinkin' alone do ya? Cos' we've got a load of reports and evidence that says you do." Ray seethed, his teeth clenched in frustration.
"No. we don't actually." Lewis stated. Ray's hands gripped the wooden table, all that laid between him and the person he wanted to punch the daylights out of. Chris spotted this and jumped in.
"Where were you on the evening of the 19th April?" he asked and watched the suspect think for a moment.
"I was at home with my wife and two daughters." He replied calmly.
"We've got evidence from Mr Lyson that you were wiv' 'im and Mr Felting." Ray pointed out.
"Ah yes. We went for a drink after work, like usual."
"Which Pub?" Chris asked."Queen of the night."
Ray couldn't take much more and jumped up. In two quick steps he was round the other side of the desk and had the suspect in a headlock.
"Will you stop lyin' you bloody bastard? We know the facts from your boss. You keep lyin' it sticks you ten times deeper in the shit you've already landed in. We know that you and your colleagues killed PC Jones, broke into the flat in the attempt to murder D.I Drake, killed an as yet unnamed officer and killed PC Andrews. Any evidence we need can be cooked up if necessary but it makes life easier for all three of us if you just bloody confess!" Ray through Lewis' head down stopping only centimetres before the tabletop, waiting for a reply.
"Why on Earth would I wanna make life easier for the fuckin' Met?" asked Lewis. Rays answer was obvious and continued forward beating his head against the table. When he lifted it again Lewis' nose was bleeding and he was wincing in pain.
"Makes life easier for you too mate. The less bruises you go out with the better. Lot less pain." Chris pointed out before Ray hit his head back against the table.
In interview room 1 it was going off to just as terrible a start. Within the first five minutes Gene had successfully imprinted a black eye on Mr James Felting and was going about beating him in the stomach. At first Alex had sighed and left him to it, knowing that nothing she says would be heard but by the fifth stretch of arm muscle before pounding into him again she jumped up.
"Alright Guv that's enough! What good is an unconscious suspect gonna do us? We're still not gonna get an answer from him either way." she pointed out and Gene retracted his fist, throwing James into the chair again and sitting beside his D.I. He glared menacingly at the suspect for a while, not saying a word.
"Right, now Mr Felting. Your boss, Mr Lyson has already told us that on all three occasions you were with him and witnesses have shown that you were in all three pubs around the same time as the estimated times of deaths. That's pretty conclusive evidence that you, Mr Graham Lyson and Mr Lewis Roberts are the reason three coppers are dead. You've also managed to fake identity and steal the body of the second copper. What have you done with his body?" Alex asked calmly, folding her arms against her chest.
"Haven't got your body."
"Please you were seen in the car with Mr Roberts with the body in the back. What have you done with the body?" Alex asked again impatiently.
"Haven't got your body." James repeated again, not taking his gaze away from hers. She sat back a little in her seat and looked to Gene.
"He hasn't got the body." She said, to him with a small smile.
"Like bloody hell has he not got the body." Gene growled, glaring angrily at James.
"I suggest that if you don't want another ten rounds to the stomach you tell us what you've done with the body of the police officer you murdered. Or should we just go round to where you, Lyson and Roberts have been spending your time together. Maybe the body is there." Alex settled into her seat, not once removing her gaze.
"The body ain't gonna be there." James replied.
"Then you won't mind if we go and have a look." Alex smiled cheerily and stood up, she and the Guv making to leave the room.
"Wait! The body ain't there. I know that much. I wasn't part of anythin' I was just given the money to drive the hearse to the strip club and collect the body. I didn't even know what was goin' on. Just got told that it was part of the job and I'd be paid cash in hand. Mr Lyson told me if I didn't I would be out of the job quicker than anythin'. I needed the money I got family. Debt collectin' doesn't pay much as it is so I thought any extra money would be great! Didn't even know they were behind the death. Just knew I had to pick it up."
There it was. James Felting laid bare. He had explained his role in the crimes over the past week and now they just needed details from Graham and Lewis. Alex and Gene left the interview room to see that Chris and Ray were also leaving. When both Mr Felting and Mr Roberts were escorted out of the rooms by uniform they both looked worse for wear.
"Well James just gave us his account. But he's also blamed his colleagues for the murders of all three officers. We have the evidence that points them to the crimes. With all this information we have enough to send them down now Guv." Alex exclaimed, a hint of happiness in her voice as the four of them headed back to CID.
"We still have a missing body." Gene pointed out as they pushed open the double doors to see a delighted Shaz jump up from her seat.
"Got fleas Shaz?" Gene asked watching her motion. She ignored the comment, making Alex and Chris both smile and made her point.
"Body of that dead coppers been found. Floating in the river Thames. Matches description and has had his identity confirmed. PC Jason Downe. Last seen having a drink in the Wilton restaurant, last customer." she grinned broadly seeing all four senior officers faces light up. Genuine pride.
"Brilliant work Shaz! We'll make CID out of you yet!" Alex patted her friend on the shoulder, looking to the Guv for a comment.
"Yeah. Well done Shaz. We'll see what we can do on making a brand new DC at some point won't we?" Gene asked, a small smile on his face for the young police officer.
"Brill." She beamed.
Well that's Chapter 8. Aren't we proud of Shaz? She's a clever lobotomised essex girl. Anyway, read, review and if I can get my assignments done (or at least some of them) you shouldn't be waiting too long for Chapter 9. Here's some...well not spoilers...a loose description of what to expect.
We have an angry Alex, a jealous Gene and Ray, Chris and Shaz are caught out. The next chapter will be a bit shorter, but not too short. It's just so that I can expand the story so that I can have all the main events hopefully in the same chapter. Thought i'd be nice :)
Now, please, please, please review. It means a lot to me to know that you guys are enjoying my story as much as I enjoy writing it. Thankyou :) :) :)