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P. Symonloe - The Dirty Rascal
P. Symonloe - The Dirty Rascal
P. Symonloe - The Dirty Rascal
Dedication
P. S y m o n l o e
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First Published (2015)
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Chapter One
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ancient history was foreign to her. Things felt just out of reach
just short of an in-the-moment experience. As an outsider of
course she could make detached deductions. It was a skill that
had brought her rapid promotion through The Force. She
passed the tattooists parlour and the hamburger outlet. In the
latter sat a thick-set man with a face of simple brutality.
Opposite him were a loud trashy woman and two shavenheaded kids fighting over a burger. The kids fed as she walked
on. The parents maintained vague overfed stares across and
beyond each other. Life was normal and the traffic inched
over the sleeping policemen on the boutique-riddled streets of
the quaint castle-town. Windsor Castle itself stood out in bold
on the near skyline. What was this Yanks name again?
They were meeting in the mall at one of the numerous
caf-bars in a crude Italianate style, in which you could at
almost any hour of the day buy: a bucket of foul brown liquid,
a larger bucket of evil-looking liquid, or a bath-full of
nauseating brown liquid.
Zac scanned the mall for anyone that might look like a
female detective in the Thames Valley Police Force. As a
detective himself, he figured this was an acid test for his
powers of deduction. These Brits had created Sherlock
Holmes, and fictional though he was, as an American cop Zac
wanted to spot an English policewoman at fifty feet to show
he was no rooky Yank. The unwritten rule of man arrives
before woman seemed to hold true as Zac waited. In twenty
minutes he managed to guess wrongly five times that a series
of professional looking women was his new colleague. He
was just on the verge of being irked when a tap on his
shoulder surprised him just enough to make him start.
Mr Dolby?
Yes! Lieutenant Dolby. That is, Zac Dolby, hi.
Zac had to admit to himself that he had been about as
wrong in his deductions of an English policewoman detective
as it is possible to be. This was an aesthetic looking woman of
some thirty years with a slender and sensual figure, long silky
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Chapter Two
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