Whispers in the Rigging by Steve Higgs

Author:Steve Higgs [Higgs, Steve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-01T05:00:00+00:00

Round Two with the Chief Inspector. Wednesday, November 23rd 0900hrs

The second I opened my car door to get out, the dogs bounced over my lap to plop on the tarmac and scurry to the office back door. Quite what they found so exciting about getting into work would forever be a mystery. They stood at the door, impatiently waiting for the slow-moving human to open it, looking at me, looking at the door and repeating the action until I locked my car and produced a key to open the office.

Having raced inside, their little paws skidding on the plastic tile from their furious effort, they were once again defeated by the inner door that led from the storage, toilet and admin area through to the office proper.

Had they been teenagers they probably would have sighed and tutted. Dachshunds though seem perpetually in an optimistic mood, so they did not complain, they just barrelled through the gap as I pushed the door open, Bull riding briefly on Dozer’s back as they both fought to occupy the same space.

Jane was making coffee. ‘I thought you would be along any moment.’ She said as she held a small white cup to collect the brew being dispensed. ‘Amanda has been and gone already.’ Jane was dressed today in a pair of fake, black, leather, wet-look leggings. A vague memory was telling me the correct name for them was jeggings. Whatever they were called, they were skin tight on her slender legs which, to my mind was not a good look as the legs were not shapely like a woman’s. Rather, they were skinny, like a skinny man’s. Involuntarily, I noticed that where I would expect to see a bulge in the front of her groin area, the fake leather (is it pleather?) was completely smooth as if Jane were in fact post-op.

I opened my mouth to ask how the effect was achieved but closed it again quickly before the words made it through my teeth. I didn’t want to know the answer. Jane’s top half was covered by a loose-fitting jumper that hung off one shoulder to reveal the strap of her bra. Jane didn’t have any boobs to fill a bra but whatever was going on inside her jumper would remain a mystery as it was another question I was unwilling to ask.

The dogs had scurried across the carpet to search for biscuit crumbs, their busy noses leading them in an ever-hopeful search for food. By the time I arrived at the coffee machine, they had either found and eaten all there was to eat or had accepted defeat and stopped searching. Bull hopped onto one of the chairs set out for clients to wait on, turned around twice and settled down to sleep.

‘Thank you, Jane.’ I said as I accepted the offered cup. ‘Not having one yourself?’ I asked as she returned to her desk.

She shook her head. ‘It’s strong stuff. I have had one already and find that more than one in an hour makes my pulse begin to jitter.

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