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Tell All?
Harry shoved her hands in her pockets as she followed Dempsey along the rain-soaked street. Speaking to the shopkeeper and his daughter had unsettled her. It was well known that Spikings had been the DS of the local police station.
"So? How close was Spikings and the vic's widow?" Dempsey asked as she opened the car door.
"Don't." Harry stepped into the car and started the engine. "I was a WPC then. I barely worked with CID, until this case. Julie was heartbroken when I spoke to her. She loved her husband. Unfortunately she got caught up with this mess. Steven paid the price for it."
"Harry." Dempsey frowned, wondering what he wasn't being told.
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"I think we have something." Chas stated as he walked into his senior officer's room. "William Jones has been told he has to live in a Bail Hostel for the first six months after his release and see his probation officer at least once a week."
"Do we have a name for his probation officer?" Spikings almost spat the question out.
"Catherine Evans."
"And where is this Catherine Evans?"
"She works out of the West London Probation Office. I called, she is working today."
"Get Laurel and Hardy over there. See what they can find out. And for God's sake tell Dempsey to tread carefully!" Spikings snapped. Chas nodded, knowing he was on thin ice if he questioned his boss further. Spikings never got emotionally involved in a case. It wasn't like him to get upset when a case was active.
"Yes Sir." Chas stepped out of the office wondering if he could work out what was going on. Spikings closed his eyes before running a hand over his face. He was exhausted and knew there was a way to go before he was able to rest. Standing to make sure his office door was securely closed he picked up the phone on his desk.
"Julie. It's Gordon. We need to talk." He closed his eyes as the woman on the other end of the line hung up.
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Harry parked the car outside the West London probabtion service and stared out the window. She didn't want to talk to the woman she had met a few years earlier.
"Harry?" Dempsey touched her arm. "You ok?"
"Yeah." Harry bit her lip. "Catherine Evans. I have had dealings with her before."
"How?"
"Not professionally." Harry sighed. "She knew Robert."
"Your ex?" He raised an eyebrow. Harry nodded.
"Yeah. You could say they knew each other well. Very well." Harry opened the car door and headed towards the drab looking office building. Dempsey cursed under his breath wondering if he would ever be able to keep her safe.
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A/N more soon