Nomads by Dave Hutchinson

Nomads by Dave Hutchinson

Author:Dave Hutchinson [Hutchinson, Dave]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781912950003
Publisher: NewCon Press
Published: 2019-02-08T22:00:00+00:00


“I’m not sure I can authorise this,” John Weller told me the next morning.

“It’s not as if I’m doing anything useful here, John,” I said.

He grunted and read my request one last time, then laid it on the desk in front of him. “You’re supposed to be available if the IOPC need to interview you again.”

“I’ll only be gone a couple of days.”

He gave me a level look. “Is there something I should know, Frank?”

“Like what?”

“You’ve been here three years and as far as I can remember in all that time you’ve not gone much further than Sheffield. Now all of a sudden…” He nodded at the sheet of paper.

“That’s because I’ve always been busy. Now I’m just spinning my wheels; I don’t see any reason why I can’t go.”

“I’ll have to notify the IOPC,” he said.

“Fine. I’m only going to a wedding. I’m not skipping the country.”

“They’ll say no.”

“So don’t notify them until tomorrow morning. Lose the paperwork for a few hours.”

John had always been straight with me, and I had always been straight with him, apart from the glaring omission of not telling him the whole truth about myself. He said, “‘Lose the paperwork’?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t do anything wrong, John. You know that, I know that. The IOPC probably know that. This is all because Ursula bloody Hinchcliffe’s in a snit about us arresting her little darlings. I’ve had enough of this game.”

He sucked his teeth. The need to do everything by the book had a brief battle with his annoyance at Ursula Hinchcliffe messing with his officers’ lives.

“I’ll put it in the post to them this afternoon,” he said finally. “They probably won’t get it till Saturday and they might not see it till Monday. By which time you’ll be back here.” He gave me a look to make sure I understood that this last was an order, not an aspiration.

“I’ll be back Sunday evening.”

“Yes,” he said. “And you’ll call me when you get here. Don’t disappoint me, Frank.”

I had every intention of being back in my flat by about seven on Sunday. Maybe earlier, depending on how things went. “Thank you, John.”



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