Haven't we done this bit before? Time for Chapter 6….
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Chapter 6
The screeching of breaks and blare of police sirens marked the start of a police raid two years in the making. Heading the team was DCI Sam Tyler, Manchester A Division's finest, in a borrowed silver Police Ford Mondeo. Several cars full of uniformed officers jumped out of a half dozen squad cars and surrounded the area. DI Gene Hunt, DC Mark Swift and DI Maya Roy climbed out of the back of the Mondeo and the quartet marched up to the front door.
Gene strode past Sam and banged loudly on the door. "Kramer! Open up!" Gene bellowed.
Hadn't he been at this party before?
Sam stepped up next to Gene as they waited for a reply. "To hell with this!" Gene exclaimed and taking a step back kicked all his weight at the door, which, the same as 30 years before gave way with ease.
Hay you should be doing that!" Sam called after Gene as they rushed in.
Music's on, he's home. Sam thought as he was near deafened by Atomic Rooster.
"Kramer you bastard!" Gene called over the music, even Sam who was feet away from him, could scarcely make out what Gene had said.
The pair headed upstairs, following the noise. This was a part of the house Gene hadn't had time last time to explore. Pushing into what the detectives assumed was a bedroom they found a record player that Gene stepped forward to turn off. The room was dark and dusty and there wasn't a sound to be heard. Except one, the low moan of a girl in the corner. "Maya!" Sam called out down the stairs to which the Detective gave a shout and came running. The girl cowered in the corner of the room, wrists tied but apparently unharmed.
"Where's Sarah?" The girl pleaded to Sam as he bent to untie her. Sam's face fell. Maya moved in close and helped the girl to her feet. She was no more than 9 with long blonde hair and dressed in a red skirt and top.
"What's your name?" Maya soothed keeping the girl close.
"Lucy McDonald." The girl muttered and Gene closed his eyes.
Her sister, Bugger it!
Sam looked over to Gene but spotted something more important. "Kramer!" Sam yelled and Gene darted round to see an older version of the Kramer he knew cowling in the doorway. Kramer made a break for it but Gene was too fast for him and had him doubling in pain after a swift blow to the kidneys. "You?!" Kramer said looking up at a triumphant Gene.
"Yes, me." Gene said plainly before dragging Kramer to his feet and down the stairs to a squad car outside.
"Interview commence…" Sam began and Gene rolled his eyes and stood up to leave. He'd caught the bastard and the last thing he was going to do was sit though the formalities. The room gave him the creeps anyway. It was too antiseptic. And he didn't like the idea of his every word and move caught on the video camera that was strapped to the ceiling. He was used to a room filled with random junk and a table and chairs thrown in for good measure to do interviews in, not a room when the sum total of furniture was the sum total of the room. The whole place felt too bright as well. In Gene's opinion criminal interviews where a dark business, people that where evil didn't deserve to see the light of day anyway. Why let them see it now? As Gene left Kramer shot Gene another disbelieving look and Gene just smiled.
Gene headed out into the office space and found Maya. "What's 'appened to Lucy?" He asked softly, he didn't want anyone thinking he'd gone soft or something.
"She's gone home. Apparently she went missing with her sister." Maya said.
"All the things the forensic squad don't tell you." Gene muttered and Maya nodded.
"Hay, Swift. Gimme a hand with this." Gene said to Mark pointing to his computer.
"Sure." Mark said getting up for his desk heavily, "What?"
"Do you have past staff files on this thing?" Gene asked and Mark nodded.
"Yeah, just search under the staff data base." Mark said and Gene shot him a look that made Mark sit down and show Gene what to do.
Mark left Gene to it as quickly as he could. But Gene wanted that, two days and already he was considered a nut case, he didn't want to look even more of a div plugging his own name into the thing. After some hesitation he hit enter and the staff record for 1973 popped up. He smiled to see names he recognised. Chris, Ray, Phyllis, that good-looking plonk Cartwright from the floor above that Chris fancied, then he saw his name. Clicking it, he noticed several reports attached, including one written just days after his accident.
DCI Gene Hunt (late), killed on duty in pursuit of Edward Kramer, later charged with three counts of murder. The DCI sustained critical injuries after a blow from a car and although rushed to hospital was pronounced dead on arrival. DCI Frank Morgan of C Division Hyde has become DCI Hunt's replacement.
DCI Frank MorganGene read the document, eyes wide. He was alive! He was here and more importantly he'd heard voices, Chris and Ray, saying he was in hospital, he'd heard a doctor! Gene covered his mouth with his hands for fear that otherwise he'd scream.
What the bloody hell was going on…Arriving home late and collapsed almost instantly on the sofa, mind reeling, and switched on the TV. An odd cartoon thing was on, with bright yellow people and odd accents which Gene guessed as American. One of the characters, a little girl in an orange dress with spiky hair was taking to her mother, a lady with stupid blue hair, about something Gene didn't bother to listen to as he began to doze off.
"Liar, liar, liar, liar, right Gene?" A girl's voice pierced Gene's mind and interrupted his fragile dreams…
Ah, I thought that was a good place to leave it, guess who it is guys. Find out if you're right in the next episode of The Gene Genie.