New Year New Story

"Drink?" she said, pouring herself a glass of wine."Are you on duty or is this a social call?" She looked him up and down, almost supersiliciously and gestured to an empty couch. He ignored her look and tentatively sat himself down. "No I won't have a drink and in answer to your question, well a bit of both really. I've been going over the case and there seems to be some indiscrepancies. You know your mother had numrous acquaintances, Some very close and some, well, somewhat peripheral to her life. A few alarm bells have starrted ringing. The solictor dealing with the estate arranged for her papers from the safe to be collected and taken into his office for safe care. You had already written to him saying that you were not up to clearing the house or her papers. I understand that. Too many memories and emotions stirred up especially as your father died in suspicious circumstances. And it may be that your mother did too." He jumped. She had dropped her glass. Wine was pooling on the floor."What are you saying or trying to tell me? she almost hissed. She was visibly trembling, raking her hair and rubbing her eyes. Was she angry or upset he thought to himself. Or was there another emotion surfacing.

Casey jumped to her feet, 'Are you telling me my father was murdered as well?' she screamed. The DC stared at her shocked. 'You didn't know your Father was killed in suspicious circumstances?' he questioned. 'No', Casey turned to lookout her full length window 'Mother told me he skidded on some ice on the way home from work and hit a tree' He could see she was trying to hold back sobbing through the reflection in the glass. 'I'm sorry' he walked up to her, she looked like a child though she must have been just a few years younger than him. Casey turned to him she couldn't hold the sobs back any more and fell into his strong arms. 'Who would want my parents murdered?' she cried. 'That's what I'm thinking' DC Carter thought.

As he ruffled her head, he thought to himself: "I should tell her the truth about her father. She has been too sheltered throughtout her life and maybe knowing the truth may shake her out of her cocooned existence. How would she take it? Her father a member of one of the largest drugs cartels, known to the Met. A father, who had ridden rough-shod over his assocciates and paid the price. A rather convenient accident so that the others could continue to pedal their filthy life-syle with impunity and make lots of money, ruining lives into the equation. Did she really believve that the private education afforded her and the Swiss chalet and villa in Cyprus and all the other trappings of money had come from hard graft? He had stooped to all sorts of shady dealings to give her that life style, dragging others into the gutter at the same time. Now the so-called dregs of society doing anything to fund their addictions and most, gaunt emaciated humans , barely alive, many of them. At one time the Met. had believed that one of these people had had their revvenge but on further examination of the car and the crash site it was obvious that it had all the marrkings of a professional job, carreffully planned and executed. Not the random revenge of a desperado. Was she really that naive? Did she really know even her so-called best friend. Even hardened police officers, uused to the shinanigins of the Underworld , World-weary and truth to tell, some a foot in both camps; Cynical, hard-bitten who professed to have seen it all. The grape vine gossip had told him this, a mere rookie, compared to the old school.

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Casey looked over as the DC, few worry lines on his face but that showed her he was serious about his job, glass marbled eyes. His arms where muscled so he worked at the gym, big pecks (you know what I'm thinking!!) and tight thigh's. Was she falling for him? Where my friends right? What she didn't know was lost in her thoughts she had taken step after step until she was almost face to face with the strapping DC and as she slowly taken his face in her hands was...

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Sandie wrote: I have been reading your posts, you should have a go at writing a book, I for 1 would buy it

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hoping to read his face for vulnerability or nervousness but all she saw was his big blue eyes the colour of the Caribbean ocean. Studying his face she realised he was very handsome but before she had time to pull away it was Casey who made the move and gently kissed her. She lent in more and he held her and kissed her more passionately.

Suddenly her hands dropped to her sides and disappointingly tturned away from him. "Have a drink", she said, and we can see inn the New Year. She,deftly poured a generous glass of whiskey and handed it to him. The stirring in his loins disappeared as quickly as it had come. Was she really so naive he thought to himself. These rich spoilt girls could turn a man on at the drop of a hat and then just as quickly blow cold. Did they teach this at finishing school or did it come naturally? Before he had had no trouble with women: the occassional quickie in the back of a car, prefunctory but rather shallow or on occassion he had managed to wheedle a bed for the night for some protracted steamy sex. In the cold light of day he had felt detached and had found most of them wanting to shove him out into the cold morning air. It was both of them had served a purpose to each other during love making but there was no real connection. No meeting of minds, no real intimacy. Just sex for sex sake. It left a kind of emptiness. Rather like the coupling of animals he thought. Not the the sort of girl that you could introduce to your mother or Nan. With Casey he felt different. He wanted to get beneath the controlled exterior and finnd the essence of her. Sex, of course, who wouldn't. But something more profound. Something that he had found lacking in the relationships that he had experienced. She fascinated him. From the moment that he had met her. He would hours going over their conversations, trying to analyse her responses. Remembering her body language. After all he thought to himself I'm pretty good myself. I look after myself and I am presentable not like some of her Hooray Henry friends of hers that he had met from time to time during the last year. They may have money and the right connections but really. Couldn't hold their drink. Louche he thought to himself. Apologies of men if you could call them that. Slack lipped, atrociously dressed with a very large silver spoon stashed in their top pockets along with the occassional wearing of the old school tie when it suited them. He had come up through the "School of hard knocks" In truth a bit of a chip on his shoulder. Well probably a log but he was kind, dynamic and he thought pretty good in bed even if he did say it himself. Well somebody had to! As he told the even younger rookies down at the nick: "Keep yourself clean, look after your body and watch your back always. Don't ever let someone get the better of you! These pearls of wisdom, if he but knew it, fell on deaf ears. They were young, been round the block, many Eastenders who had mostly lost their virginity at Primary School. They would nod wisely at his oft-said soliliquies and carry on just as their fathers had and truth be known laugh themselves over the bar when high spirits and booze got the better of them: Get him they would say as he exited the pub. Grandad's pontificating again! We've had more birds than he has had hot dinners! He may have muscle but we've got nous! They didn't know what it meant but it sounded good. Suddenly Carey interrupted his thoughts: "Would you like another drink. I'm having one.?"

'No I'd better not I'm driving' he said searching her face for some kind of emotion. 'I'd better have a coffee' he said with a smile on his face that stirred something in Casey she had never felt before and she felt her cheeks glow hot. 'Damn' she whispered to herself 'I'll get you one' she bolted to her small kitchen. 'I freshly made it just over an hour a go' she said in embarrassed high pitched voice. Just then the phone rang making her jump out her skin, she grabbed it and bolted back to the kitchen. 'Hello' she said in a wobbly voice. 'Where are ya bitch? Your missing the party of the Century' her obviously drunk friend shouted down the phone 'I'm stuck at home, there's a policeman here' she said trying to keep her voice steady with a lump in her throat'. 'Oh my god! Is he hot?' squealed her friend down the phone, 'I'd give him an 8 1/2' Casey giggled back. 'God you must bring him here' her friend giggled back. 'I can't, we have things to talk about, in particular Mom' Casey said tried to sound serious. 'Your going to shag him! See you later bitch with all the details!' Squealed her back and turned her phone off just before she could answer back she sighed and as she turned to get the coffee she heard he sexy voice say 'Only an 8 1/2!!'.

She jumped, startled. Her whole demeanour changed. "Please" she said, "Have another drink. I really want to hear what you have to say. All of it. Don't try to spare me. I need to know" " Okay, he said, "AS long as you join me" "Well okay", she said. "Just one more" He poured their drinks and handed her the glass, taking a large slurp of whiskey and a deep breath. He decided to go for the jugular and with no compunction said: "You do know that your father was a drugs dealer and that after he died your mother decided to carry on where he left off". Carey's knees buckled and she lurched towards him. "No" she gasped. That's not true". He caught her in his arms and lowered her onto the sofa.She wimpered and shook. "Please hold me. I can't take any more. He wrapped his strong masculine arms round her trying to alleviate her obvious distress. His head spun. "What is happening ? Is this the passion overtaking me or the booze? With that he passed out. Red flames and black clouds were swimming, invading his mind. "My God the bitch has spiked my drink......... He woke much later. He turned his head. His temples were thobbing. He was sweating profusely. He felt as though someone with hob-nail boots was pounding in his brain. "What had happened? Where was he? More to the point where was she? He carefully lifted his head and scanned the room, feeling for his mobile. She was nowhere inn the room. The bedrroom he realised. He was on a bed. Clothes were scattered around. On the bed. On every surface. He squinted at his watch. (A Rolex, no less or at least that was what the market trader had told him down at Bermondsey Lane) "My God, " he uttered. His throat felt dry. He gulped and tried to summon some saliva into his mouth: With a phenomenal effort he screeched "Carey, Carey. Where are you? The door of the bedroom swung open. The fingers of dawn, poking through the shrouded windows showed an illuminated figure. He gasped. Was this a nighmare? What was happening? Who was it? " He tried to focus.

'Oh D.C. Carter, your awake!' Casey smiled and passed him a glass of water. 'What the hell did you put in my drink?' he said breathing deeply as he said every word. 'Oh I'm sorry, it was new years eve and I thought a little MCat might put you in the party spirit but you passed out at 1st. You've never taken it have you?' She questioned eyes slanted! 'Your an MCat virgin!' she giggled. 'Of course I don't take drugs!' D.C. Carter sat up slowly 'I'm a bloody copper!' 'Why are my clothes all over the room? And why am I bloody naked?' He said totally shocked. 'You don't remember?' Casey looked shocked and started laughing loudly 'When you came round eventually, lets just say I had the best new years eve ever!' she smiled at him 'you are great in the sack, Mr Carter' she smiled and passed him the glass of water again. 'Oh my God' whispered D.C. Carter.