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Written: 27 September 2018 Already read Life Changing Accident part 3, click here to read part 1 or here to read part 2 or here to read part 4 or here to read part 5 Life Changing Accident part 3 by Isabella Story Codes: M/F, MM/F, F/F, Postitution, Publis Sex, Anal Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Interracial, Incest Once in the bedroom John asked Gavin if he'd like to undress me and John sat to one side while Gavin and I kissed and fooled around while undressing each other. I kept looking over at John expecting him to join in at any moment but he just sat there stroking his cock as he watched me and Gavin playing. Gavin got me totally naked, I was on my back on the bed and Gavin looked over at John, "Do I need to wear a condom?" "Up to you but it'll take a while before the hospital gives Vicky the all clear after that Nigger fucked her yesterday. He could have had anything, any kind of illness from crab lice to aids." Gavin already had a little more information about Somali Joe, he'd spent three hours interviewing him while I was being fucked by the Chief Constable. Joe had given Gavin the details of his doctor so that Gavin could ascertain if Joe had any known illnesses or medical issues. "He had a full check up just a month ago, he has age onset diabetes so has regular blood checks and as of last month, diabetes was his only problem." "Well, in that case, you can go without a condom if you like, Vicky can't get pregnant." As Gavin nailed me on the bed I looked over at John, I'd spent a month 'Performing' for him, dressing like a whore, walking sexily so that men would look at me, dressing in the skimpiest bikinis on the beach in Spain, even going topless but this was the furthest I'd gone with him watching me. I'd allowed a man to pick me up in the hotel disco on holiday and I'd gone with him to his room and let him fuck me while John stood outside the bedroom door. That man had worn a rubber so when I got through with him and returned to our own room and John fucked me I was dry inside...well, not dry exactly, I was wet with my own lubricant but not another man's semen. Gavin stabbed me hard with his cock, he was performing to the gallery but I wasn't complaining, his cockhead had hit the spot on the roof of my vagina that was super sensitive and fired me into orbit like a Saturn rocket. I was looking at John's cock...I'd need to find a man with a much thinner cock to take my anal cherry...'Where did that come from?'...I'd never had anal thoughts before Eden pushed his drain unblocker up my bum and now I was wondering what it would feel like to have John's cock up my bum while Gavin was drilling for oil in my cunt.
Gavin came close to an orgasm and stopped dead right on the edge, he pulled out, looked over at John, "You want a go now before I cum in her?" John grinned and rolled forward onto his knees and shuffled between my thighs. John started up a long slow fucking motion in me and he told Gavin to fuck my mouth. It wasn't my first blow-job but it would be my first spit-roast. Gavin pulled my upper body around so that my shoulders were on the edge of the bed and my head hanging off over the edge. I was looking up at Gavin's scrotum as his lance advanced on my mouth. I took Gavin deeper than I'd ever taken a man in my mouth before...so deep that his cock transited from my mouth and into my throat. Having two men fuck me at the same time was mind blowing, especially when they synchronised and both pushed in at the same time, forcing each other's cock deeper in the other hole. Both men seemed to be taking it as a competition, trying to fuck me harder than the other guy. I got the salty spurt as Gavin closed in on his second orgasm and I pushed him away...I was happy to suck a man's cock but I didn't want his juice spilled in my mouth. The two men changed places, John's cock in my mouth and Gavin in my cunt again. This time Gavin sailed quickly into his orgasm, he filled my cunt with his cream and apologised for having to run, John was still fucking my mouth as Gavin dressed and left. Gavin was still on the stairs heading for the front door when John leaned forward, he pulled my legs up and doubled my body over. John licked around my labia, taking a little of Gavin's seed on his tongue before deciding that he liked the taste of another man's spunk and he started licking deeply into my cunt. I had another explosive orgasm just because it was so disgusting that John was licking Gavin's spunk out of my cunt. "You want me to cook dinner or would you like to go out to a restaurant to eat?" "Will you dress up for me?" "Whatever you want!" "Can we go to that red light district you were working yesterday?" "I don't think you'd like the food establishments in that area." "If you're dressed sexy, I'd enjoy the food anywhere!" I dressed in yet another tart's outfit that John had bought me in Spain, I use the police whore kit...just because it already had knickers, tissues and condoms in it. John drove me to the red light district, we drove through the high class area where the whores just had a red table lamp on in the window to show that they were open for business and available. We drove through what we called the fringe area, a street where just law abiding citizens lived and on to the derelict area that the lower class girls worked.
I jumped out of the car and walked up and down with the other girls. I spotted three girls that we'd nicked the day before for prostitution as well as performing acts of gross indecency in a public place. I was approached by men and I passed them on to the other working girls, I did feel a little guilty for landing them with hefty fines the day before. John got his jollies just from watching me parade up and down on the street and talking to the men that passed me by. In the end I walked over to his car and leaned in the window, flashing my arse to the world as it passed by, "I'm hungry, time for dinner, we can play again after dinner if you want to." I walked with John to an Asian Restaurant, it was claiming to be Indian but the name over the door was a Muslim name so it would be a Pakistani restaurant most likely...in this area even the restaurants weren't what they pretended to be. We ordered mild curries and all the time that we were eating the manager was hovering around us, he was trying to look down the front of my top or look up under the bottom hem of my skirt. John was amused by what the manager was doing to try and cop a look at my goodies. "You had an African dude yesterday...would you consider an Asian dude today?" "What, you mean the manager?" John grinned and nodded his head, "I think I need a trip to the little boy's room!" I watched John go through the door that led to the toilets but he stopped just the other side of the door and watched me sitting at our table through the little glass pane set in the door to stop people opening the door if someone was approaching from the other side. The manager came to our table, we'd both bought just a glass of wine each to have with our dinner, the manager had his bottle of house wine in his hand and he offered me more wine for free. He cleared his throat and said, "How much for fun missy?" I looked over at the door to the toilets; John was watching through the little window, all I could see was his face with a massive grin on it. I'd spent close to four hours listening to the low rent whores so I knew how they spoke to their prospective customers, I took one last look at the door and my husband looking through, "Twenty for a hand, forty for 'O', seventy-five for a standing ovation with protection and I don't do 'A' or no protection!" "Do you have a room?" "You need a room just double all the prices, you get thirty minutes in a bed for one-fifty or two hundred for an hour!" "When can I see you?"
"You can see me now if you've got the money." He almost ran to the till and back, this time he had money in his hand instead of a bottle of wine, "How about standing ovation for fifty pounds and I take care of your bill for dinner?" We'd had two glasses of wine, we'd shared a starter and we'd both had a curry, we owed him around twenty pounds for what we'd had so far...I weighed up the value of our meal, "Okay if we get a sweet after." He grinned and nodded his head, I looked around to see if there were any stairs around leading to living accommodation but didn't see any, the kitchen was out too because it was open so that the customers could see them cooking our meals, "Where?" He grinned and jerked his head towards the door through to the toilets and the spot my husband was watching us from. John had to be quick on his feet to get into the toilet before we reached the door he'd been hiding behind. The manager had to use keys to unlock the fire escape door, I could see that the door had been fitted with the more usual crash bar locking system at some point but that had been removed and replaced with a standard door lock. Outside the fire escape door was an alleyway, a brick wall opposite and at the street end of the alleyway there was a tall slatted steel gate with a padlock and chain holding it closed. I scanned around. We could be seen if anyone had been at the gate to our left looking in, to the right there was another ten feet to a solid brick wall, it crossed my mind that if I stood at that end with my back to the wall at least I'd be hidden from the road. I heard a sound up and to the right, the windows from the toilets looked out over the alleyway, they had top hinges and a stay bar to hold them open. Johnny had to be standing on the toilet seat to get high enough to look out of the window but I could clearly see his face. If I moved to the right so no one would see me from the road it would mean that John wouldn't see me being fucked either. I held out my hand for the money, John would see the Asian man hand over cash to fuck me and I assumed that would be another turn on for a voyeur...to see his wife taking cash from a stranger for sex. I closed the fire escape door behind me and leaned against it. I reached under my skirt and pulled my knickers off. He lifted my top and pulled the front of my bra down so that my breasts were exposed. I took a condom out of my bag and unzipped his trousers to get at his cock, he was dark brown but his cockhead was almost pink, I 'Fluffed' his cock to full strength, he would be disappointing, fully hard he was only four inches long and his cock was very skinny too, as I rolled the condom down the length of his cock I worried that it might not stay on his cock because he was so small. I threw the condom wrapper on the floor and put my knickers in my shoulder bag...it suddenly dawned on me that if my team were out with the observation van in the area they'd pick up the transmissions from the pinhole camera in the shoulder strap buckle if I pressed the on switch.
I was standing on the door step to gain enough height for him to fuck me and as he started fucking me, I looked up, John had a perfect vantage point, we smiled at each other, my customer was gnawing at my exposed tits as he was fucking me, John puckered his lips as if he wanted to kiss me but he was too far away, then it dawned on me, John didn't want to kiss me, he wanted to see me kissing the Asian. I lifted the manager's chin, pulling his mouth away from my tits and bringing his mouth towards my own. He looked shocked, no whore kissed her customer, it was like an unwritten law and if her customer tried to kiss her on her mouth there would usually be a struggle to prevent it. We had a good old tonsil wrestling match for ten minutes until he climaxed, filling his condom. I slipped my hand between us and gripped the latex ring against his cock as he started to shrink away from me so that the condom came away still wrapped around his cock. I used a tissue to dry my cunt but didn't bother putting my knickers on. John was sitting at our table by the time I got back into the restaurant, the manager was right behind me as we walked towards the table, "Where have you been darling?" "I had a little business to take care of!" "Oh, okay." "What do you want for pudding...I've already paid for it with my arse!" I looked at the manager, I wasn't sure if his brown face darkened slightly as he blushed at my comment. "Did you make a mess in the toilet while you were watching me?" John grinned, "The cleaner's going to wonder what the hell happened when she sees spunk five foot up the toilet wall...what are you doing?" "I'm just sending a text from my police mobile phone to the fire department, this place is infringing the fire regulations, I'm going to get it closed down before someone gets killed in a fire trying to use that fire exit." John grinned, "You really are a bitch, let a guy fuck you and then take his business away from him!" "Isn't that why you love me?" He grinned and nodded his head. After we finished dinner and walked to our car John laughed, "You'll have to fuck the manager of every restaurant in town, we might never have to pay for dinner ever again!"
John didn't drive straight home, he took a circular route to drive through the area that he grew up, I'd met him after he'd moved away to go to university so I didn't really know the town he'd grown up in. "That was the pub that I had my first pint in at the age of sixteen!" "What are you stopping for?" "Nostalgia, I just wanted to wander down memory lane, have a pint in my old haunt." "Well, if you have a pint I'm driving home after, you've already had a large wine and you can't afford to lose your driving licence." John was recognised as soon as we walked in the pub, a man a little older than us rushed over to shake hands with John, "Vicky, this is Paul, he was team captain of the pub's football team when I was a kid..." Paul shook my hand as John continued, "...Paul, this is my wife, Victoria." "We haven't seen young Johnny here since he left the area to go to university...we had his leaving do here in the pub's function room...I think this could be the same band that was playing here twenty years ago when Johnny left." "Twenty-five years ago and it is the same band, they're still playing the same ten tune set that they played twenty-five years ago too." Paul laughed and then he shouted, "Fiona, come and see who's turned up out of the blue...", he turned back to us and lowered his voice, "...you remember my wife Fiona of course!" "Of course, Fiona was very popular amongst the football team twenty-five years ago." Fiona was a dumpy woman, shorter than me, fatter than me, she had small breasts for her size, she'd obviously tried dieting and lost her weight off of her chest before giving up. she was dressed in fifties style to match the music playing, a mid length dress with ten petticoats lifting the skirting of the dress, exposing her stockings and suspender belt as she swished her arse while walking along. Fiona kissed John tenderly and blushed slightly as she looked from John to me. The band was playing fifties rock and roll music and there were ten couples dancing in the fifties style. It seemed to be a competition, finding the best Jive Bunny and Bop Bobby. Fiona turned to look at two dancers, "That's our Joan, her and her partner came second last month, they're hoping for first prize this month...of course you don't know Joan, she came along just after you left for university." I noted Fiona's blush deepened at that admission...I'm trained to spot such things, people's little tells that would lead an interrogator along the right path to a person's crimes...of course, in the past I'd only ever used the skill to find out where some thieving little school boy had hidden the apples he'd scrumped from the orchard but it was the same thing.
The costumes the dancers were wearing looked totally authentic, the girls dresses looked authentic, their shoes with spike heels looked sixty years old, even their stockings looked authentic, they looked like silk rather than nylon. The boys looked like they were wearing authentic suits too, right down to their blue suede shoes. In fact the only thing that looked like it was out of place was the lipstick and eye shadow...now I know that girls in the fifties wore such things but the boys didn't. The boy dancing with Paul and Fiona's daughter seemed to be wearing bright red lipstick and buck egg blue eye shadow as well as hair that was slicked down with brilliantine at the sides and flicked into a duck's arse at the front. The dancing was energetic; Joan was being thrown about like she was a rag doll. The tune ended and Joan and her partner were declared the winners. Joan was called over to meet John and me, she was a sparkling twenty-four year old, she shook my hand and kissed John on his cheek, "My mum has mentioned you a lot John, the famous John Clarke, the first boy from 'Downton Estate' to get to Oxford, Winner of the Northant's scholarship prze for outstanding sporting prowess. This is my partner Sue." I shook Sue's hand; she had the grip of a steel worker crushing my fingers. She swept her drape suit jacket back exposing her shirt front and shoestring tie, she was flat as a pancake, if it wasn't for her name, the makeup and her broad hips, Sue could easily have been a man. John had a drink with Paul and his family, Sue manoeuvred me into a corner and was leaning over me the way that a man might if he was hitting on me. During the evening we discovered that Sue and Joan actually lived close to John and me, the next village over in fact. John ended up offering them a lift home to save Paul and Fiona a long drive, it made sense as Paul and Fiona lived just around the corner from the pub and it would have been a fifty mile round trip to drop their daughter and her partner off at home. Before we left the pub Fiona made a drunken confession to me that she'd had sex with John before he left for university and that he could even be Joan's father as Paul was sterile, "I saw John's eyes in her the moment she was born, that's why I called her Joan...to remind me of John." Well that was a surprise, John and I had never had children, we'd never done anything to prevent it and we'd not actually gone out of our way to particularly to have one either, I'd assumed that John was sterile as I had my periods as regular as clockwork. It was a shock to find out that John could have been a father all along and if he fucked the football team captain's wife before he left for university that may explain why he didn't return to his old area after he finished university. I drove the car, Sue beat John to the front passenger seat, leaving him and Joan in the back of the car. I wondered if Fiona had let John in on the secret of Joan's parentage but as I drove along the roads I saw Joan flirting with John and John was lapping it up. When we got to Joan and Sue's house we were offered a coffee. We were all sitting around the kitchen table when Joan dropped a little bombshell, she and Sue wanted a child and they were asking John if he'd be a sperm donor for them.
"It's up to you...we're registered at a fertility clinic, you could just pop in on your lunch break and leave a deposit for us or we could do it the natural way." John didn't need the offer to be made twice, what forty-five year old man would turn a pretty twenty-four year old woman down if she offered him uncomplicated sex...that was a laugh...uncomplicated. John obviously didn't know that he could have been Joan's father because he jumped into bed with her in just thirty seconds flat. Sue grabbed my hand and took me up to their bedroom as well, John was pounding into Joan's cunt driving her into a massive orgasm and as I watched them fucking Sue undressed me and pulled me down onto her bed at the side of John and Joan fucking. I'd never been tempted to have sex with another woman but I just let Sue ravish me. Sue was very 'Manish,' there was hardly a bump on her ribcage where her breasts should have been but when she got excited...wow...her nipples stood out almost a full inch. I kept my attention on John and Joan fucking as Sue played me like a piano, it took her thirty minutes to get me to my orgasm and as I gasped through the mountains of my pleasure I lost interest in John and Joan and started to reciprocate Sue's pleasure. John filled Joan's loving cup twice during his time with her and by the time we left at midnight I'd changed my opinion of sex with other women. I drove us back home, John was over the moon with his fuck...sweet because she was so young, sweeter still because she was a lesbian and the cherry on the cake was having me performing with the lesbian's partner on the bed at his side while he was making a pig of himself with Joan. "Joan said we'll need to do it a few more times before her fertile period ends...just to give her the best chance of falling pregnant. And if she doesn't fall this time we'll have to try all over again in a month's time." "How do you feel about incest?" "I don't have any feelings about it one way or another...why?" "Well, Fiona told me that Joan could be your daughter...now that you know that, are you still willing to make her pregnant?" "I don't think I'd like to make her pregnant, I'd love to fuck her again...I'd love to see you and her fucking as well while I fuck Sue...be a bit like fucking a guy but I'd still love to do her while you're fucking Joan." "Go and talk to Joan tomorrow, you should probably both take a blood test...see if you're related or not!"
We tumbled into bed at one o'clock in the morning, I had no idea if John wanted to fuck me again or not because he had to get up so early in the morning that he went straight to sleep leaving me lying there mulling over the evening's sex. I'd taken a big risk letting the restaurant's manager fuck me in so public a place...especially in an area that I knew that we were conducting an ongoing surveillance operation to stamp out public sex. I saw two o'clock go past but was asleep soon after. I woke to the sound of my telephone ringing, Gavin was calling me to tell me to turn my TV on and look at the BBC's news twenty-four channel, "Eden's giving an interview." It was just before noon so I made myself a coffee and sat in front of the TV. "I can now confirm that Northampton's anti-drug's unit has been successful in capturing three suspects that were being sought by our colleagues in The Metropolitan Police on suspicion of several counts of murder, automatic weapons offences, drugs offences and money laundering. Because of the professionalism of my team, we have removed a total of one ton of cannabis and several million pounds worth of other drugs, we've removed thirty automatic weapons off of the streets of Northampton and a hundred thousand nine millimetre cartridges. We've made further arrests, closing down drug dealer rings in Nottingham, Leicester, Derby, Oxford and London..." There was an interruption from the reporter, "Sir...sir, Evening Standard...you didn't mention Northampton drug dealers in your statement!" "...no, and quite rightly too, the group were using Northampton as a safe city, choosing not to deal drugs here so that they didn't come to our attention..." "Sir, CNN News Europe, If the gang were keeping a low profile in Northampton, how did your detectives manage to track them down?" "...I'll get to that in a moment, sorry, where was I...our officers recovered five million pounds worth of stolen property that can now be returned to its true owners and so far, we've managed to trace thirty million pounds of drug money that won't now be used to fuel criminal enterprises, we're making an application under the proceeds of crime legislation along with our Metropolitan brothers and sisters to use that money to improve the lives of Northampton's citizen and London's Metropolitan population to improve drugs awareness and prevention. The gang was caught because of the vigilance of one officer who was on her lunch break when she was made suspicious by the actions of one individual. She called in the details to our central office and because of our close links to our sister forces the fact that the man in her enquiry was actually wanted in London for murder and other offences were immediately communicated to the scene allowing her to apprehend the man and two other members of his gang." "Chief Constable...Paul French BBC News...we understand that there were automatic weapons involved, how many officers did you need to apprehend the gang?" "The arrest was carried out by the female detective constable, she managed to subdue all three suspects before returning to her lunch. I gave her the rest of the week off to get over minor injuries sustained during the arrest."
"Paul French again sir, I think after arresting three heavily armed criminals on her own, your officer deserves far more than just a few days off work!" "My officer's name has already been sent through to the Prime Minister, and she has been earmarked for the next promotion to Detective Sergeant that becomes available." There were more questions, far more questions but Eden walked away from the cameras, I could hear him saying, "Leave them wanting more!" as he walked away from the group of reporters." My telephone rang again, Gavin congratulating me on my promotion, "What, to Detective Constable?" "No, you heard Eden, you get the next DS post that comes up." "That could take years!" "Not necessarily, as your supervising sergeant on the biggest drugs, money, property and weapons bust in our history, I'm being offered DI which will leave my post open and Eden's stated publically that the next opening is yours." "Yes but he said he'd given me the rest of the week off but I'd only been given a day and a half." "You'd be bored to death now that you've tasted the excitement of undercover work, it's in your blood." "What are you doing now Gavin?" "Nothing much, just watching TV before I come to pick you up at six o'clock." "You can come for me earlier if you like, John won't be home before six o'clock today, he's got to go and see a woman about a baby." Gavin was knocking on my front door an hour later, just enough time for me to make and eat my breakfast. We just had straight sex, I wasn't under the influence of drugs, I hadn't been drinking, there was no one else there to spur us on, just one on one sex, no kinks or perversions. After an hour of being fucked I asked if Gavin had ever tried anal sex. He grinned at me, "I love anal sex but it's really hard to talk my wife into letting me fuck her in her arse...I think I was a little rough with her the last time I did her that way!" "Well, I'm not saying that I want to do it that way but, it has crossed my mind to try it." "We could get you started; do you have a small carrot or a thin candle?"
I slipped out from under him and ran down to the kitchen, I had a long carrot that was very skinny, at its widest point it was just as fat as the restaurant manager from the night before. I trimmed the ends off of it and scrubbed it clean before returning to my bedroom. Gavin got me onto my bed on my hands and knees, he used his spit as a lubricant on my anal muscle and got the carrot started up my bum, narrowest end first, he worked it until it was an inch in my bum, then he held it in place and encouraged me to climb on top of him, cow-girl position. He lay perfectly still as I fucked him, reaching around my bum to hold the carrot in place. I got a surprise when I started to climax, I felt the carrot slip, my anal muscle was tightening and relaxing as I orgasmed. It felt like my bum was eating the carrot and in double quick time there was six incheds of carrot up my bum and Gavin was finding it difficult to hold what was left outside my bum hole. "Would you like me to try and get my cock up there before we call it quits and get ready for work?" I thought for a moment, that Asian restaurant mamager from yesterday could fuck my arse, the carrot was as fat as his cock at the end but I doubted that Gavin would have too much success...not without hurting me. "Okay, give it a try but if it hurts you have to stop...there'll be other opportunities to try another time!" I returned to my hands and knees on the bed with Gavin behind me, he pulled the carrot out quickly and replaced it with his cockhead. I screamed in pain and jumped forwards away from his cock, "Next time...I think I need something a little bigger than the carrot next time before we try your cock up there." We had a civilised cup of coffee as we sat naked in the kitchen; Gavin went through my vegetable box and found a slightly larger carrot and he trimmed it and cleaned it. I bent over the table and Gavin spent thirty minutes opening my bum up with the carrot. "Can I give it another try before we have to go to work?" I nodded my head. it was painful getting Gavin's cock in my bim but this time I didn't try to stop him, I soon settled into the anal sex but it didn't last long, the tightness of my anal muscle had Gavin spilling his load in just a few seconds. "You'd better put a panty liner in your knickers or a tampon up there, my spunk could be leaking out for hours after dumping my load up your arse and it's going to be a long night." Having a load of spunk dumped up my bum made me want to go take a dump so it was actually helpful to empty my bowels before starting a long shift where toilets would be in short supply.
Tonight was another observation job. I was sitting in a Vauxhall Insignia looking down into a side street where drug dealers were known to congregate but there didn't seem to be any action tonight but that was the way observations went. I was looking around, there was a jewellery store on the main street opposite where I was parked with Gavin. The jewellery shop looked very ugly at night because of the security screens that covered the outside of the windows. At midnight Gavin was on the radio net with the rest of our team, they were discussing the possibility that the dealers had moved to a new location when a Land Rover Discovery stopped opposite me, the driver looked over at me and Gavin, I leaned in and kissed Gavin so it looked like we were just a courting couple sitting at the junction in a dark side street. Gavin keyed his microphone, "On your toes guys, I don't like the look of the Land Rover that's just pulled up outside the jeweller's shop." I started our engine as the Land Rover reversed onto the pavement up to the shop window. There was a man in the open back of the Land Rover and he had chains with hooks on the end that were attached to the back of the Land Rover. I was moving as the land Rover drove forwards, yanking the grill off of the wall. The guy in the back of the Land Rover threw a brick through the jeweller's shop window as the Land Rover reversed back slightly to release the hooks from the window grill. I had the Vauxhall across the radiator grill of the Land Rover before he could drive forwards again, trapping him against the wall of the shop. Gavin leaped out of the front passenger seat and I wriggled out of my seat and across to the passenger seat as the Land Rover driver rammed the side of our car. Fortunately I was too close, he needed a longer run up to do any real damage to our car. Gavin went for the driver of the Land Rover and I went for the brick man. He was oblivious to the problems that had just unfolded and he was busily emptying trays of rings and watches into a bag attached to the belt of his trousers. He was reaching out for a tray of rings as I slapped one end of my handcuffs over his wrist. He started to fight me off before I could get my footing properly and as I went down I gripped onto the other end of the handcuffs and as I hit the floor I threw the other side of the cuffs around a pole holding the display stands. The man was almost trying to yank his arm out of its socket to reach into the back of the van. I screamed out, "Gun Boss!" and hit the guy I was struggling with, I could have punched him but I didn't think that would have left any impression on him so it was fortunate that while I was on the floor my hand had rested on the house brick that had been used to smash the shop window. The brick did leave an impression on the crook; I could read 'Star Brick Works Northampton' in reverse on his forehead but it did stop him trying to reach his sawn off shotgun in the back of the Land Rover.
The driver of the Land Rover also had a sawn off shot gun, it had been on the seat of the Land Rover when he started out but as he yanked the grill off of the shop window his gun had fallen onto the floor of the front seat passenger's foot well. We were suddenly surrounded by the other six members of our team who helped to subdue both crooks and drag them off to a 'Paddy wagon' that had been sent out from central to haul our prisoners away. "We need to get our car towed in, can't drive it like that!" I'd been at the back of the Land Rover so hadn't seen the side of our car, the pillar between the front and rear drivers side doors was half way across the seat I'd been sitting in minutes earlier. Our garage brought out a fresh car for us on the back of the recovery truck, it was a very old Astra diesel estate, it had been cleaned out ready for sale but it was going to have to do one last police duty cycle before it went off to the auctions. I had taken both men's wallets before they were hauled away, in fact I had all the contents of their pockets. "Gavin, we should run over to their house, see if there's anything incriminating before anyone hears that they were nicked!" We drove out to their house, the living room had detailed plans for the robbery as well as information about two other raids that the two men had made. The house wasn't empty; the two men's wives were in the house sleeping in the same bed. Because we had the front door keys we'd entered the house without waking the women. I woke them and took them into the living room to see the plans of the robbery. I read them their rights and cautioned them before saying, "What can you tell me about this girls?" "It's a game our husbands were playing." "Just your husbands?" The driver's wife butted in, "Well, if I see a shop with valuables in the windows I plot it on the big road map so that my Barry can work out a route and timings so you could say that we all help out in the game." I stopped my shoulder bag sending recordings to the van out in the street, "What do you say boss, innocent spouses or conspiracy to rob?" The driver's wife butted in again just as I started recording again, "There isn't a real robbery, it's just a game that my husband is writing to be made into a video game." "Do you have any idea where your husbands are now?" "It's Thursday, it's darts night, they're playing away tonight!"
"Really, what kind of car does your husband drive?" "It's a Volvo XC-Ninety." "Is it his own car or a company car?" "His own...why?" "Just interested, registration number?" She gave me a proud beam, it's 'J3RRY', cost him a packet to buy that number it did!" My ear piece crackled, Fred Ross was out in the observation van, "Boss, the number plates from the Land Rover were stolen a week ago but we've only had one report of a stolen Land Rover in the county, over on the Rempstone Road...oh, and the van is here to take the wives into central and the forensics guys are out here, they're suiting up for the search." I stopped Gavin responding, "I think we should run down to Rempstone Road, see if there's a Volvo XC-Ninety with a personalised plate anywhere in the area." Gavin grinned at me, "Okay, Fred, we're standing the observation down for the night, you hang around here and keep the crime scene log and grab a few warrant calls and share them out among the lads to go and roust people out of bed," It took an hour to find the car that our jewellery store robber had left behind when they stole the Land Rover, I had the keys to it in my bag amongst the keys I'd taken off of the criminals before we sent them off to await their solicitors. I drove to a field road and climbed in the back of the car with Gavin to finish the shift off the way we'd started it... 6,841 Words.
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