Black Monster

Emma tucked a stray whispt of hair away, the plait was beginning to look dishevieled and she vowed it was home time, the large jug of coffee that Pete had brought up with him was down to cold dregs and her eyes were burning. The policemen opposite her was increadible, it was sad in some ways that his collegues mis took him for a kook. He had pieced together a lot of stuff and what he had gotten wronge was due to missing information but more importantly he had information she did not. He had been colloating stuff she hadn’t thought to look at and which even if she had would have taken her weeks of hard draft.

‘So she said looking at the stacks of files he’d spent the first hour of their meeting bringing up, ‘this one is file for all the cases that showed up the strange same residue? A silica compound? What do the chemists say about it?’ She glanced at the clock – it was 3:30 am when had it gotten that late?

He nodded, ‘it is almost the sort of thing you’d expect in a fiber optic factory but it is not quiet right.’

‘Hmmm’ was all she could think to say. Then she gave yawn.

‘erm… I think it’s well past my lunch break,’ he said giving her a way out.

‘Gosh yes I hadn’t realised, I’d best be heading home. Have you got electronic copies of these?’ she asked.

He hesitated, ‘Not officially,’ he said slowely. She nodded in sympaphy.

‘All of it on there?’ she asked.

He nodded looking apprehensive.

‘Ok in which case I want a copy of it all in digital format by tomorrow lunch time. No don’t clear it away.’ She slurred the last word out of fatigue.

Pete shrugged, she put the file he’d indicated into her oversized handbag and then they left the room. Pete discretely disappeared round the bend in the stairs so as not see how tired she was. She was getting old, too old for this sort of thing. She had a sick feeling, she was going to have to pay head quarters a visit sooner rather than later with the optical residue appearing on things. It did not bode well, it ment another Master was out there playing games.

She dared not drink anymore coffee, and just hoped the cold night would snap her awake enough to get home without falling asleep on the night bus. There was a cluster of night goers at the stop, the bueatifully dressed Lady had an adams apple though her legs were waxed to perfection. She glared a tad unsure of herself until Emma smiled at her at which point she seemed to relax. The skinny fit jeans braggaid must have been under age or she really was getting old, their clashing colours hurt her eyes. And the Middle aged mans body language told her exactly what he’d been doing and she hoped his wife saw the lipstick smudge on his collor before he did.

She was cold and awake but in a painful sort of way, she flexed her toes in her boots as they had started to go numb. The bus arthritically pulled up and she got aboard being charged a high primium on her much abused Oyster Card for the privillage of traveling in the smell of urine and a fear that if she sat on a seat a dampness would seep through her clothing. An old man gibbered to himself at the back, he smelt delicatly of fetted cheese.

She found a ripped but mercifully dry seat and sat and tried to cocoon herself away from the rest of the passangers but the young woman with the pin point eyes was insistant on trying to pounce some food or money off of her fellow passangers. To make her go away Emma, produced a squashed kitkat. The girl beamed and moved away in a clatter of bling, rings, braclets, earrings containing enough gold to keep her drug addiction going for a while.

Emma pondered the missing girls and the new information, something was going on. Something that required different types of labs, museums and factories to be hit. She thought about getting the file out and reading it but she was just too tired. Drugs, none of the girls took drugs well at least not until after they were kidnapped. Suddenly she sat bolt upright and looked for the little gold covered junkie. She was too Emma’s suprise giving the kitkat to the homeless guy at the back. Swollowing her nausua she stood up shakily, her palms prickling with sweat.

She made it to the back of the bus with out loosing her balance, some feet as the bus driver through them round a sharpe bend.

‘Aiiii me sister!’ the girl cooned.

Emma, smiled and tried to make it real and not that of a shark out for blood, if the got a whiff of cop then this branch of investigation would be over, possibly with a knife making an appearance. ‘I’m looking for some Lotus?’ she said gentle. The girl cocked her head to one side and tapped her lip.

‘Don’ know no lotus, what effek you looking for?’

‘Something new’ Emma said trying not to shake.

‘You ga withdrawal?’ the girl drooled?

Emma nodded dumbly, it was just fatigue and too much coffee but it fitted this like a glove.

‘Got some Isis, mmm mmm yeah got some Isis.’ she murmmered happily, that sounded promising. ‘Run out of Lak though.’

‘Isis will do’ Emma muttered, not reigning in her impatience. The girl haggleled, and struck a deal, neither were happy about but she only accepted it as Emma began to walk – she already had two new drug names to find via other sources if this fell through. She took the profered bag and got straight off the bus, knowing full well that she had just been caught on the buses CCTV unit buying drugs. The girl would probably get off at the next stop too, she wasn’t as dim nor as drug addled as she appeared. It would pup a crimp in things if she was caught and had to produce her warrent.

She walked the rest of the way to her flat, she saw the answer phone blinking a light but she couldn’t cope with anything else tonight, she stashed her bag in her camelion vault, if another Master was invovled she could not afford to take risks. She stripped and sank into her beg, making a nest of the duvet. MArshmellow sleep took her. In the morning she cursed herself for not have the landline linked to her mobile.

Posted: Thursday, November 8th, 2012 @ 3:48 pm
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