Chapter Eleven;
Max
"What happened to softly-softly?" Max asked as they stepped out of the interview room. "You grilled her."
Millie frowned then realized he wasn't having a go. In fact, if Millie weren't so certain Max still thought her barely worth his precious time, she would've written his expression off as admiration. However, she put it down as humour. "You said if you go in bad cop, not if I go in."
"Mhm, well, it worked." He started back towards CID and Millie followed. "She handed Bolt over easy."
"She was scared, didn't think about the repercussions of hiding the drugs for him." She stopped. "But that wasn't Bolt that was running away from their place, so who was it? Who else would know?"
"Bolt probably got drunk and boasted about it in a pub."
"But they knew what they were looking for, went straight upstairs without even looking around downstairs. They broke the mirror on the landing, but the other rooms upstairs weren't even touched. He knew Eleanor had them, possibly even knew who she was."
Max frowned and stopped too. "No drunk would give away that much information." He glanced back at her, realising she'd stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "Uniform have any luck with your description?" Millie shook her head. "Okay." He started back upstairs and she jogged to catch up to him.
"What do you have planned?" Millie asked as she caught up to him.
"I'm going to find our escapee, get down to the Maycroft and see if I can get any CCTV footage on him. You might have something there."
Millie frowned. "And, what do you want me to do?"
Max stopped and looked at her like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You report back to the DI then write up the interview. You cracked this case PC Brown, you take the credit for it." He gave her a nod then pushed open the swinging CID doors. Millie gave a small smile then, rotating the interview tape in her hand, pushed open the door too and followed him inside.
*
"What're you doing?"
Millie glanced up from the computer as Stuart joined her. "Bolt's niece just gave us eight kilos of cocaine and his name as the source."
"Oh very good. But this doesn't explain why you're typing up the report, signing it and just generally taking all the credit."
"DS Carter handed it over." Stuart raised his eyebrows as Millie nodded. "Yeah, I didn't believe it at first either, but no one's popped up from behind a desk and told me I'm on Candid Camera, so I'm going to believe he wasn't kidding."
"Well, Max doesn't kid so…" he grinned. "Namely because that would involve him being somewhat human."
Millie snorted and went back to work before glancing back at Stuart. "Where have you been anyway?"
Stuart waved a piece of paper. "Off harassing TIU. They got a lock on Brecht's phone." He grinned. "And guess where he is?"
"Please please please say the tour company."
"Got it in one." He grabbed the radio still sitting on his desk. "Base to Will, Base to Will." Stuart grinned at himself and Millie went back to her work. "Hey, Fletcher, answer the damn radio."
"What is it Stuart?" Stevie answered with a loud sigh.
"Where the hell is Fletcher?"
"Scoping out the place. What do you want with him?"
"Tell him to be cool cos Brecht, sorry, Kowalski, is there."
Stevie murmured softly. "Mmmm, okay, I'll try and see if I can get him back here. Talk to you later."
Stuart put the radio down and turned to Millie just as she sent the report and transcript to the printer. "Finished?"
She nodded. "Yeah." As she gathered up the sheets she brought them over for him to read. "The poor girl didn't even realise how much trouble she would be in if she took the fall for all those drugs."
"You really found eight kilos?"
Millie nodded. "Just sitting there on the bedroom floor. Course, someone had found it hidden somewhere and dragged it out. DS Carter has gone searching for CCTV so we can figure out who he is."
Almost as if he'd just been called, Max appeared holding some tapes. "Millie, enjoy." He dropped half the tapes on the table then turned and left the room.
Stuart glanced at her. "You heard the man." She pouted. "I'll take this to the DI."
"Don't you take my credit for that sarge." Millie grinned as she made for the tapes.
Stuart pointed at himself and tried to look innocent. "Who? Me?" With a laugh Millie left. Stuart sat down and went back to reading the transcript.