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A Response
This is not a regular blog-post, it is the response to a comment on this blog. I don’t intend to do this very often, so please bear with me; normally scheduled programming will continue next week!...
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Just another Friday
“You know what we’re going to have to do, don’t you?”, Kim said to me, as she shoved her notebook back into her stab-vest. I nodded, curtly. It looked like the rest of the shift was going to be a race...
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There’s a first time for everything
“Never assume anything” Syd echoed my sentiment from seconds before, and looked out of the window. Syd is a member of the Metropolitan Police Special Constabulary, or a ‘special’ as they tend to be...
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Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot?
“So basically, you want to have your neighbour’s kid arrested for splashing you with a bit of water?” I ask the man standing in front of me, more to summarise the situation in my head than to get any...
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Knocking on… Well, a door, of course.
“Eight-six receiving Mike Delta”, my radio murmurs into life quietly. I turn the volume up. Today, I’m running the Misper car, the oh-so-joyous task of looking for missing persons who rarely are...
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Fear and Loathing
Despite everything you hear about he job as a police officer, I’ve got to say, I don’t do ‘scared’ very often. Overall, on my day-to-day shifts as a response officer, my shifts tend to be extremely...
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Bright days at B&Q
Still driving to my mum’s house for the family barbecue, I’m slightly incredulous at the security guy who had tried to arrest-and-not-quite-arrest me not a few hours ago in the day. But then my phone,...
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A Breach of the Queen’s Peace
I hear a kicking sound from the back of the caged van parked in the yard, near the custody cage, outside the station mess. “Hey Pete,” I call from across the yard, to the familiar outline of the...
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The Prince and his Counterfeits
It’s mid-afternoon on an altogether rather lovely Wednesday, and I have that Friday feeling. That is what weird shift patterns will do to you — sometimes you get ‘that Friday feeling’ on a Monday...
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The Fuzzy end of the Lollypop
“Delito, I need to talk to you at the end of the briefing.” I looked up. There are plenty of innocent reasons for why that phrase might be uttered – they might need me to do an arrest inquiry, for...
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