asked.
"Come in here please, I need to discuss something with you." Candace rose from her chair and straightened the red pencil skirt she had chosen to wear that morning.
"Blimey Candace, you won't be chasing anyone in that get up." Todd said, Candace blushed slightly but replied, "This won't stop me," she grinned, "I can run perfectly well. I'll just pull it up." She began to move the material of her skirt to show how she could get it up past her knees.
"Stop it Candy Cane, you'll give me a coronary," laughed Todd. The other CID officers who had been watching their exchange, laughed with him. Candace gave them a look of reprisal before making the short walk into Todd's office, closing the door and sitting in the chair opposite him.
"Right Guv," She started, "What's up?"
"We have to go over the burglary figures." Todd said, "There is a meeting with Olinsbury council tomorrow and they want to know how many burglaries were reported in the last six months, how many were solved and how many are still being investigated."
Candace groaned, "We went up in the last three months. That little scrote Davey Danley got out of the Young Offenders, he's done nothing but nick bikes since then. The figures are going to be crap." Candace's face twisted in annoyance. The last thing they needed was a grilling from the Borough Commander because the council were unhappy.
"Have we nicked him yet?" Todd asked.
"No, we know it's him through prints and DNA on a drinks can he left in a shed, but we can't find him at the moment; it doesn't help that he has no fixed abode."
Todd picked up his pen and the list of burglary figures. Each bicycle one he came across he drew a line through and wrote 'theft from shed' or 'theft of pedal cycle' next to it. Handing the now depleted list of 'burglaries' over to Candace, Todd grinned; "That's got our numbers down, now we just need to go through motor vehicle crimes and any distractions."
Candace and Todd worked at their figures for the next forty minutes; two cups of coffee keeping them going as they endured the monotonous task. Statistics were a boring but necessary part of their job, if they were to justify spending tax payer's money on covert operations and overtime.
"Ok, thank god that's over." Todd threw his pen on the desk and leaned back in his chair. "Coffee?"
Candace nodded ascent and picked up the two coffee cups which still held half a cup of lukewarm coffee each. She turned to leave the office when a knock came at the door. Candace opened the office door, dangling the two cups from the fingers of her left hand. A uniformed officer stood at the door, still in a flat cap even though he was now indoors.
"Serge. Is D.I. Turnbull there?" The young officer asked. Candace didn't know him but his shoulder number was 587TX.
"Yes, what's up?" asked Todd from behind Candace. He had risen from the desk in anticipation of being needed.
"A dead body has been found Guv. They tried to get you on your mobile but can't get through."
Todd cursed the phone network and mobile he had been given as standard police issue. It only ever seemed to have a proper signal when he was sitting on the toilet or at any other moment he really didn't need signal. He checked his phone now and saw the notification of seven missed calls. Clearing the entries, he looked at the officer awaiting further information. The young officer just stared at Todd, seemingly unwilling or unable to divulge any more.
"Well?" Todd asked, not happy with the suspense, "Tell me more son, where is the body? What happened? Come on." He almost stamped his foot in frustration. Time was always a factor in effective investigation of any crime and procrastinating was one thing that impeded the flow of Todd's detecting skills.
"Oh sorry, I've just been asked to get you. If you phone the control room they can give you more information."
"Oh for fucks sake," Todd tutted as he pushed himself past the officer and strode purposefully to the control room
"Come in here please, I need to discuss something with you." Candace rose from her chair and straightened the red pencil skirt she had chosen to wear that morning.
"Blimey Candace, you won't be chasing anyone in that get up." Todd said, Candace blushed slightly but replied, "This won't stop me," she grinned, "I can run perfectly well. I'll just pull it up." She began to move the material of her skirt to show how she could get it up past her knees.
"Stop it Candy Cane, you'll give me a coronary," laughed Todd. The other CID officers who had been watching their exchange, laughed with him. Candace gave them a look of reprisal before making the short walk into Todd's office, closing the door and sitting in the chair opposite him.
"Right Guv," She started, "What's up?"
"We have to go over the burglary figures." Todd said, "There is a meeting with Olinsbury council tomorrow and they want to know how many burglaries were reported in the last six months, how many were solved and how many are still being investigated."
Candace groaned, "We went up in the last three months. That little scrote Davey Danley got out of the Young Offenders, he's done nothing but nick bikes since then. The figures are going to be crap." Candace's face twisted in annoyance. The last thing they needed was a grilling from the Borough Commander because the council were unhappy.
"Have we nicked him yet?" Todd asked.
"No, we know it's him through prints and DNA on a drinks can he left in a shed, but we can't find him at the moment; it doesn't help that he has no fixed abode."
Todd picked up his pen and the list of burglary figures. Each bicycle one he came across he drew a line through and wrote 'theft from shed' or 'theft of pedal cycle' next to it. Handing the now depleted list of 'burglaries' over to Candace, Todd grinned; "That's got our numbers down, now we just need to go through motor vehicle crimes and any distractions."
Candace and Todd worked at their figures for the next forty minutes; two cups of coffee keeping them going as they endured the monotonous task. Statistics were a boring but necessary part of their job, if they were to justify spending tax payer's money on covert operations and overtime.
"Ok, thank god that's over." Todd threw his pen on the desk and leaned back in his chair. "Coffee?"
Candace nodded ascent and picked up the two coffee cups which still held half a cup of lukewarm coffee each. She turned to leave the office when a knock came at the door. Candace opened the office door, dangling the two cups from the fingers of her left hand. A uniformed officer stood at the door, still in a flat cap even though he was now indoors.
"Serge. Is D.I. Turnbull there?" The young officer asked. Candace didn't know him but his shoulder number was 587TX.
"Yes, what's up?" asked Todd from behind Candace. He had risen from the desk in anticipation of being needed.
"A dead body has been found Guv. They tried to get you on your mobile but can't get through."
Todd cursed the phone network and mobile he had been given as standard police issue. It only ever seemed to have a proper signal when he was sitting on the toilet or at any other moment he really didn't need signal. He checked his phone now and saw the notification of seven missed calls. Clearing the entries, he looked at the officer awaiting further information. The young officer just stared at Todd, seemingly unwilling or unable to divulge any more.
"Well?" Todd asked, not happy with the suspense, "Tell me more son, where is the body? What happened? Come on." He almost stamped his foot in frustration. Time was always a factor in effective investigation of any crime and procrastinating was one thing that impeded the flow of Todd's detecting skills.
"Oh sorry, I've just been asked to get you. If you phone the control room they can give you more information."
"Oh for fucks sake," Todd tutted as he pushed himself past the officer and strode purposefully to the control room
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