like the kind of bash I enjoy. Who's behind this rave-up?"
"Assistant Chief Constable Georgina Dallymore."
"God help us."
"I didn't know you had a woman boss."
"She's new. She's got to be new to send out a thing like that."
"Give her some credit. She's off to a good start if she's throwing a party for the staff," Stephanie pointed out.
"I'm not sure if you're right about the staff. Nobody nientioned it today." An uncomfortable thought was dawning. "Suppose it's only us."
"There are sure to be other people. Perhaps it's only senior ranks."
"That's worse."
She let him chew on that for a while, and then returned to it. "I know you dread these social occasions, but they always turn out better than we expect. Who knows, we may get champagne."
He rolled his eyes. "At a police do?"
"Nice food. Music. Party games." Now she was pushing it to absurd lengths, softening him up, and they both knew it.
With a reluctant smile, he said, "Hide and seek. They won't see me for dust."
"Hunt the Chief Constable."
"Wouldn't know him if we found him."
"Musical Chairs."
"The top brass are good at that."
They continued on this tack, giggling like a couple of teenagers, until Steph quietly said she would send off an acceptance in the morning. He didn't protest.
They watched the sun setting over the Mendips. "This is how I want to spend my evenings," he confided in a rare outpouring of candour. "With you."
Steph smiled to herself. This new Assistant Chief Constable had started well, putting the wind up Peter Diamond by inviting him to a party.
There were other ways of taming the beast. She put her hand up to his neck and found a strand of his sparse hair and curled it around her finger. "Do you know what I'd like right now?"
His eyebrows lifted.
Steph looked into the distance. "A ride on one of those swings "
"They're for kids."
"Can you see any kids using them?"
He laughed. "You want me to look the other way?"
"No, come over and give me a push."
PROBLEMS NEXT morning. The man in charge at the Roman Baths was the sort of blinkered official who brought out the worst in Diamond. Probably he was low in the hierarchy. It was just bad luck that today he was the most senior in the building. "You can't go through the staffroom. My people won't care for that one bit."
"No, the idea isn't to go through the staffroom."
"What do you mean?"
"We need a place to tip the rubble."
"The staffroom?" The boss-man practically choked. "That's out of the question. It's fully in use by the guides and the sales staff."
"So you'll relocate them."
"This simply isn't on."
"It's easier than relocating us," Diamond pointed out, as if his team already occupied the place. "You don't want my people shifting barrowloads of rubble through the entrance hall where the public come in. Even if you put down ground-sheets, the dust is hell."
In tourist attractions, the paying public take precedence over everyone else. Diamond won this round. It was agreed that a temporary staffroom would be found.
"Another thing, sir. How far back do your records go?"
"Which records?"
"Records of building work. At some point in the past twenty years, somebody did some concreting in the vault. I presume they used materials brought in for building projects. Do you follow me?"
"I'm not optimistic." That scarcely needed saying. The wretched man was looking suicidal after giving away the staffroom. And if he didn't put a gun to his head, the union would tear him to bits.
"When did the last major excavation take place?"
"Before my time. About 1982 to 1983, when they opened up the area under the Pump Room."
"Obviously there was rebuilding associated with the work."
"I expect so."
"And it's possible the vaults were used for storage?"
"I suppose so."
"And they must have been used on other occasions since? All the contractors and all the dates, then. And I'll need to see the paperwork myself."
"This is extremely disruptive."
"Disruptive is my second name, sir."
With
"Assistant Chief Constable Georgina Dallymore."
"God help us."
"I didn't know you had a woman boss."
"She's new. She's got to be new to send out a thing like that."
"Give her some credit. She's off to a good start if she's throwing a party for the staff," Stephanie pointed out.
"I'm not sure if you're right about the staff. Nobody nientioned it today." An uncomfortable thought was dawning. "Suppose it's only us."
"There are sure to be other people. Perhaps it's only senior ranks."
"That's worse."
She let him chew on that for a while, and then returned to it. "I know you dread these social occasions, but they always turn out better than we expect. Who knows, we may get champagne."
He rolled his eyes. "At a police do?"
"Nice food. Music. Party games." Now she was pushing it to absurd lengths, softening him up, and they both knew it.
With a reluctant smile, he said, "Hide and seek. They won't see me for dust."
"Hunt the Chief Constable."
"Wouldn't know him if we found him."
"Musical Chairs."
"The top brass are good at that."
They continued on this tack, giggling like a couple of teenagers, until Steph quietly said she would send off an acceptance in the morning. He didn't protest.
They watched the sun setting over the Mendips. "This is how I want to spend my evenings," he confided in a rare outpouring of candour. "With you."
Steph smiled to herself. This new Assistant Chief Constable had started well, putting the wind up Peter Diamond by inviting him to a party.
There were other ways of taming the beast. She put her hand up to his neck and found a strand of his sparse hair and curled it around her finger. "Do you know what I'd like right now?"
His eyebrows lifted.
Steph looked into the distance. "A ride on one of those swings "
"They're for kids."
"Can you see any kids using them?"
He laughed. "You want me to look the other way?"
"No, come over and give me a push."
PROBLEMS NEXT morning. The man in charge at the Roman Baths was the sort of blinkered official who brought out the worst in Diamond. Probably he was low in the hierarchy. It was just bad luck that today he was the most senior in the building. "You can't go through the staffroom. My people won't care for that one bit."
"No, the idea isn't to go through the staffroom."
"What do you mean?"
"We need a place to tip the rubble."
"The staffroom?" The boss-man practically choked. "That's out of the question. It's fully in use by the guides and the sales staff."
"So you'll relocate them."
"This simply isn't on."
"It's easier than relocating us," Diamond pointed out, as if his team already occupied the place. "You don't want my people shifting barrowloads of rubble through the entrance hall where the public come in. Even if you put down ground-sheets, the dust is hell."
In tourist attractions, the paying public take precedence over everyone else. Diamond won this round. It was agreed that a temporary staffroom would be found.
"Another thing, sir. How far back do your records go?"
"Which records?"
"Records of building work. At some point in the past twenty years, somebody did some concreting in the vault. I presume they used materials brought in for building projects. Do you follow me?"
"I'm not optimistic." That scarcely needed saying. The wretched man was looking suicidal after giving away the staffroom. And if he didn't put a gun to his head, the union would tear him to bits.
"When did the last major excavation take place?"
"Before my time. About 1982 to 1983, when they opened up the area under the Pump Room."
"Obviously there was rebuilding associated with the work."
"I expect so."
"And it's possible the vaults were used for storage?"
"I suppose so."
"And they must have been used on other occasions since? All the contractors and all the dates, then. And I'll need to see the paperwork myself."
"This is extremely disruptive."
"Disruptive is my second name, sir."
With
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