The Mysterious Incident of the Glass Eye - Part 4
Chatting
away, the two headed for the police station. As they walked through
the blue doors, Bailey nodded to Sadie, who was manning reception.
She winked back. He liked her. Since Shona had left him, his daily
exchanges with Sadie had been the only thing keeping him sane.
Snapping
out of his daydream, Bailey realised Jones had been talking to him.
“Huh?”
he muttered.
“Knew
you weren't listening,” Jones proclaimed, mock offence colouring
his tone. “I said we need to chat with Ruddles about this one.”
“S'pose
we do,” Bailey agreed, reluctantly. They turned left and knocked
on Ruddles' office door.
“Come
in!” a strained voice called out. Jones glanced at Bailey, who
pushed the door open. Chief Superintendent Ruddles sat behind his
large desk, glaring at the two DIs, who had just disturbed his peace.
He raised a heavy set arm to indicate that they should take a seat.
“Bailey,
Jones,” he shook their hands as they sat, his gravelly voice
echoing in their ears. “I heard from uniform about the headless
man. Nasty business, I'm sure. What do you know so far?”
“Well
...” Jones began, twiddling his fingers nervously. “Um...”
“We
know he's not from round here,” Bailey jumped in. “We have an
address for him in London but there are no other leads.”
“So
strange,” Ruddles glanced up as if imagining something, his
furrowed brow accentuated by the harsh strip lighting. “Blowing a
man's head off with his own glass eye. Not what you'd call subtle.
Our murderer must be an evil genius. Check his place out. I'll call
the Met to smooth things over with them.” Jones and Bailey took
this as their cue to leave. They nodded to Ruddles and walked
towards the door.
“What's
wrong with you, Jones?” Bailey hissed, once safely back in the
corridor.
“I'm a
coward, and Ruddles scares me,” he muttered, putting on a squeaky,
girlish voice. Bailey chuckled.
“You're
an idiot,” he replied, affectionately.
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© Annie Bell 2012
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