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Detective Inspector Richard Poole and Detective Sergeant Camille Bordey pulled up outside the villa in the island’s battered Police Land Rover. They had received a call regarding a possible murder at one of the plush villas outside town and had rushed to the scene. They spotted the police motorcycle that indicated that Sergeant Fidel Best and Officer Dwayne Myers had already arrived.
Climbing out of the car They retrieved the scene of crime kit from the back before heading in. Fidel was waiting to show them the body, a middle-aged man who appeared to have been bludgeoned to death. The victim looked vaguely familiar but his face was obscured by blood. Camille handed the kit to Fidel who wasted no time in opening the case and extracting the camera.
They made a quick survey of the room before leaving Fidel to take photographs and collect evidence. Their next stop was the room where Dwayne was watching the suspects. Dwayne greeted them with his trade mark grin and a sketchy salute.
There were four of them, naturally. A man and a woman were sitting together, the man trying to comfort the woman, another woman was sitting on a chair looking at nothing in particular and the fourth, another man, was standing at the window behind her, looking out over the bay.
As the two Detectives entered, all eyes turned towards them.
“Good morning, I am Detective Inspector Richard Poole and this,” he gestured towards Camille, “is Detective Sergeant Camille Bordey. Before we...”
“Wait a minute.” Interrupted the man by the window who looked a bit startled, “you’re not the Inspector Poole of Saint Marie and his intelligent Sergeant who also happens to be the most beautiful woman in the Caribbean?” There was a noticeable stress on the first ‘the’.
“He is indeed that Inspector Poole.” said Camille proudly standing straighter. Dwayne’s grin got even broader..
“Oh God.” He moaned, putting his hands over his face, “Why did it have to be you? Anybody else and there might have been some hope but with you on the case there’s no chance for me. I may as well confess, you’ll find out fairly soon anyway.” He took a deep breath “I killed Douggie, in the Study with a hammer. He kept on pestering my wife and I... I just snapped.”
“As understandable as that may be, murder is never a solution and is always a crime.” Richard said sternly, “I am arresting you for the murder of Douglas Anderson. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention, when questioned, something you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.”
At a gesture from Richard, Dwayne moved in to handcuff the murderer. After that it was just a matter of taking statements and placing the man in the cells. And the paperwork, of course.
As they were walking up the steps to the station, Camille caught his arm and held him back. He turned an enquiring gaze upon her.
“That was very impressive sir.” she said from under lowered eyelashes, her voice husky with desire, “I want you... now...” she breathed. Her sultry voice reached parts of Richard that had long lain dormant.
“Right, well, anything to oblige a lady.” He quipped failing to keep an indulgent smile off his face.
He straightened his tie and stepped into the office.
“Gentlemen, I’m afraid something has come up and Sergeant Bordey and I need to sort it out. I trust I can leave you to get on with things?”
“Sure, Chief, you two go and enjoy yourselves.“ Dwayne said with a wink and that irrepressible smile of his.
“Don’t worry sir,” Fidel put in smiling his approval, “We have everything in hand. Take as long as you need.”
Turning, he collected Camille on the way to the Land Rover and they drove out to the shack.
The next hour surpassed Richard’s wildest imaginings leaving him tired, satiated and extremely happy...
“Richard. Richard! Wake up!”
The voice was insistent and there was a tugging at his arm. Why did they have to get up? Did Camille want more? Well, he supposed Dwayne and Fidel could manage a bit longer.
“Come back to bed Camille.” He moaned and pulled her arm.
There was a squawk and something heavy landed on him. He came fully awake with a start to find a fully-clothed and extremely startled Detective Sergeant lying on top of him having just turned up to take him to work.
This time the squawk came from Richard as he tried to get out from under his Detective Sergeant.
“Richard! Will you stop thrashing around. You’re just making things difficult.”
“Oh God. This can’t be happening. I didn’t mean it. I... I need to get up.”
“Really Richard. You can’t invite a girl into your bed and then run away. It’s very rude.”
Richard sat transfixed as she rolled onto her side and rested her head on her arm.
“I think you and I need to have a little talk. Tonight. I’ll bring some wine. But now... we need to get to work.”
She moved off him and Richard quickly scuttled to his bathroom. A wicked smile crept over Camille’s face.
“And don’t spend too long in the shower or I might decide you need some help.”
There was an unidentifiable noise and the sound of frantic splashing.