Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2008 12:05:01 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Martin's First Case - Chapter 9

DISCLAIMER:

This is my first story for quite a while. Here is the final chapter. I hope
you feel it is worth the wait. Please not that none of the characters in
the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary. This
is a detective story with sexual overtones. I hope that you like this as a
piece of writing.


WARNING:

Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a homosexual
nature.

Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult sites.

Always indulge in safe sex.
Chapter 9

In the early hours of the morning and some time before Martin and Gary had
awoken from their night's sleep, a small number of Police vehicles had
moved slowly into the small village where PC White had seen the stranger
the previous day. During the night groups of Police Officers had visited
each of the sites that Martin had suggested could be hiding places that the
assassin might use to make good his escape. Although they had drawn a blank
at the first two of these, there was enough evidence from each of them to
suggest that someone had recently been in the caves. Taking this
information into account and adding it to the report from 'Snowy' White,
DCI Bob Prior sought, and obtained, permission to bring his forces and
extra resources from neighbouring Police districts into the area. After
consulting with Senior Officers from these adjoining areas the DCI had
arranged a full briefing for the assembled forces for 6 a.m. Early in the
morning, various Police Officers gathered together in the local Village
Hall and waited for Superintendent Brian Calder, the local Commander, to
call the meeting to order,

"First of all, welcome to you all and thank you for volunteering for this
operation. For those of you who don't know me, especially those of you from
the Surrey and Metropolitan Police Forces, let me introduce myself. My name
is Brian Calder and I am in charge of policing in this area of Kent. I'd
also like to take this opportunity to thank PC Tommy White for passing on
his valuable information. He will be sharing with you his local knowledge
after a more detailed briefing on the purpose of today's operation by DCI
Bob Prior from the Metropolitan Police. So, over to you first, Bob."

Bob Prior smiled at the Senior Officer, nodded and then began his briefing,

"My name is Bob Prior from the Metropolitan Police and I'd like to thank
Superintendent Calder and other personnel from Kent and Surrey for
releasing people to take part in this operation. We are looking for a man
called James Bryant, who we believe to be responsible for at least two
murders. We suspect that he killed an unknown foreigner in a London park
and then a second man in Soho a few days later. As it happens we think that
the second killing was a case of mistaken identity and the intended victim
was a PC serving in my Station and who had been working on the case. You
may conclude from this that our suspect is a potentially dangerous,
unstable and violent man. He has killed at least two people that we know
about and maybe more. As a consequence, I have received authorisation to
issue firearms to those Officers trained to use them, but ideally I wish to
have this man arrested and taken into custody alive.  As a result of our
own investigations and the information from PC Tommy White we believe the
man we are seeking is hiding in the nearby woods that are at the edge of
this village. In a moment I will ask PC White to show you on the map where
the likeliest hiding place is. With your help I intend to surround the area
and cut off all our suspect's lines of escape. Now, I will ask PC White to
outline the details of the locality."

PC White stepped forward, rather nervously. Pointing to the enlarged map on
the board by his side and gaining in confidence, the Constable spoke
clearly about the area and indicated where the Officers would disembark
from their vans and the paths they would have to follow to ensure that the
whole area was cut off and the fugitive was completely surrounded. The plan
'Snowy' White had agreed with the Senior Officers was that there would be
two circles of Uniformed Officers spaced close together in the first rank
and then more widely apart in a second outer ring. In addition, a few
Officers would be deployed on each of the paths and entrances to the wooded
area where James Bryant was believed to be hiding thus blocking any attempt
he might make to elude arrest. When the local Officer had finished,
Superintendent Calder took over again and wound up the meeting,

"As you know DCI Prior will be in command at the scene and I will operate a
headquarters from this village hall. Please take a copy of the artist's
drawing of the suspect, check which area you are to cover and, when you get
there, take up your position as quickly and quietly as possible. I don't
want our man to know we are there until the DCI announces our
presence. Hopefully we can surprise him and take him into custody without
too much trouble and without resistance. Let me reiterate DCI Prior and I
want this man arrested, not dead, but also remember to be careful out there
and don't take any unnecessary risks."

The combined group began to file out of the briefing room and those
Officers that had firearms qualifications were issued with their
weapons. After a brief interlude, all the Policemen walked back to the vans
and were driven to the dedicated drop-off point. From there about thirty
Police Officers followed the directions they had been given and deployed
into the woods and the moved stealthily towards the area where their quarry
was holed up.

Quickly and quietly the group of Police Officers took up their designated
positions and waited until DCI Prior was satisfied that all was ready. Once
he was assured that everything was ready, the Senior Officer on the scene
prepared to announce the Police presence over the megaphone.

Despite their best efforts the deploying policemen had made some small
noises as they took up their assigned positions and, high above them, James
Bryant became aware that something strange was going on, but he could not
work out quite what it was. By the time he did realise what might be
happening, it was too late for him to do anything about it. Full
realisation came just as the telltale whistle of a megaphone told the
assassin that his hideout had been discovered. A moment later, the voice of
Bob Prior broke the silence,

"James Bryant, this is the Police. You cannot escape. You are surrounded
and we have armed Officers present. However, I'm sure none of us wants
anyone to get hurt, so do not attempt to resist. Come out from your hiding
place with your hands up and surrender to my custody."

The fugitive was tempted to try to find a way out but and edged forward to
the entrance of the cave to get a better view. However it was obvious that
he had no chance of escape because there was a close circle of policemen
surrounding his hideout and he could also see several guns trained on the
entrance to the cave he was hiding in. Without saying a word, James Bryant
slowly emerged from the cave with his arms high above his head. He looked
down at the ranks of Police Officers, some of whom were armed, staring up
at him and half smiled. Suddenly the suspect's face changed and a look of
surprise and shock passed over his face. To the horror of those standing
below and looking up at their man, the assassin suddenly lurched forward
and fell, landing on the ground with a loud crash. As soon as he saw James
Bryant start to fall, DCI Prior rushed forward in a vain attempt to get to
him before he hit the ground.  It was obvious, however that, having fallen
more than twenty feet, the fugitive had little chance of survival. As other
Officers gathered around, Bob Prior felt for a pulse but found
none. Nevertheless, he ordered one of the PCs to summon an ambulance. For a
short while there was chaos as officers gathered around the body and it was
several moments before anyone realised that the dead man had not jumped as
they first thought but had been shot. In the confusion none of those
present noticed a young man, dressed in what looked like a police uniform,
slip away and into the woods before making his escape.

Once the bullet hole was discovered, DCI Prior turned and glared at the six
Armed Officers that had been covering the fugitive and angrily shouted,

"I didn't give the order to shoot so why did you open fire? Bryant patently
had no gun and he didn't look to me as though he was doing anything other
than surrendering, so why shoot him?"

The group of Armed Police Officers looked at each other before the most
senior of them, Sergeant Collins, finally responded,

"None of us shot anyone, sir. I didn't even hear a shot, did you? Whoever
shot this man used a gun with a silencer and none of us have been issued
with that sort of equipment. Also, sir, may I say that the bullet hole
looks as though it came from an automatic pistol bullet not from a rifle
like the one's we have"

The Senior Officer quickly realised that what the Sergeant had said was
almost certainly true but he still insisted on each of the guns being
checked. DCI Prior also ordered other Officers to conduct a search of the
surrounding area but to act with caution in case there was another gunman
hiding out somewhere in the woods. By the time the search began,
Superintendent Calder had arrived and had taken over command but by then it
was too late. The young man responsible for killing James Bryant had
already shed his disguise and was making steady progress away from the
scene of his actions. The second assassin returned to the old hut where he
had left his regular clothes and changed back into them, As the young man
continued his journey he discarded his disguise in isolated areas of the
woods and threw his gun into a deep clump of undergrowth and then walked
calmly out of the woods and down a quiet lane until he reached a lay-by a
mile or more from where James Bryant had been hiding. Exactly where he had
left it several hours earlier, there was his motorcycle and donning his
leathers, gloves and helmet, the gunman rode away from the area long before
anyone had seriously started to look for him.

At about the time that Martin was arriving at his home Police Station and
reporting for duty, first news of the disastrous attempt to arrest James
Bryant was filtering in. Nobody was sure what exactly had happened but what
was certain was that the suspect was dead, apparently shot during the
attempt to detain him.  Martin did not feel any great remorse at the news
that the man that had killed his lover was dead, nor did he feel
particularly concerned that things had gone wrong. He was no longer
officially working on the case and, although it was his work that had led
to the identification of possible hiding places, he could not see how any
blame for what had happened that morning could possibly fall on his
head. Once again Martin had again been allocated to the Reception desk and
was going about his duties when the phone rang and PC Tom Cross answered
it. After he put the phone down the older Officer said,

"That was the Superintendent, he wants to see you in his office right
away."

Martin went upstairs and knocked on the door to Superintendent Alan
Buxton's office. After a moments pause, he was invited in. Any hopes that
the young PC might have had that the summons had been to congratulate him
on the work he had done in identifying possible hideouts where James Bryant
might be hiding were quickly dispelled. The Superintendent looked up from
his desk, but did not invite the Constable to sit. After giving Martin one
of his most steely looks, Alan Buxton began to speak coldly,

"Ah, PC Roberts, thank you for coming so quickly. I understand that you
were the person who told CID where they might look for James Bryant, is
that so?"

Martin gave a slight smile and said,

"Yes, sir."

The Superintendent nodded but did not smile back as he continued,

"Tell me, Constable, did you tell anyone, anyone at all, outside of this
Station's CID what you had discovered?"

The line the Superintendent had taken surprised Martin, who had still held
out some hope that he would get some form of congratulatory remark from his
Commanding Officer. Nevertheless he replied immediately and firmly,

"Of course not, sir."

The Superintendent narrowed his eyes and said coldly,

"I see, you categorically deny talking to anyone about this matter? Well I
have to say that I am not at all convinced and I'll tell you why. This
morning, DCI Prior and other Officers cornered the fugitive, James Bryant,
in one of the hideouts that you had identified. However, before he could be
arrested, he was shot dead. Now the DCI has checked all the firearms that
were issued to Officers at the scene and none of them had been fired, so he
has come to the conclusion that the fatal shot must have come from another
gun possibly fired by some other person dressed to look like a
policeman. Now, I ask myself, how could anyone know where Bryant was hiding
and where we were looking, unless somebody in the know had given them that
information? Furthermore, I wonder who had a possible motive for having
Bryant killed and, guess what, Constable, I came up with your name. Bryant
killed your 'friend' and the moment of his arrest would be a perfect way,
and a last chance, to gain revenge. I'm assured by DCI Prior that nobody
knew the locations except himself and a few senior CID colleagues, so who
else is left? You, Constable Roberts, you!!"

Martin was momentarily left speechless and it took him a few seconds to
think carefully about how best he could respond to the Superintendent's
verbal attack. Finally, trying to take the shocked tone out of his voice,
he spoke,

"I can only repeat, sir, that I told nobody outside CID what I had found
out and, while I accept what you say about the armed Officers, on the
question of who else might know about these hideouts, I do believe that
there may be other people who did indeed know a lot about James Bryant."

The Superintendent gave a grunt of disbelief and interrupted the young PC
before he could go further,

"Other people, such as who? This is clutching at straws, Constable. I
simply don't believe that there were any leaks from the CID and, although I
haven't any proof against you yet, the circumstantial evidence points in
your direction.  I am therefore ordering you to take one week's leave at
the least while this matter is cleared up. During this coming week I shall
expect you to be available to answer any question I or my fellow Senior
Officers may have, is that clear?"

All Martin could do was nod before he was immediately dismissed by the
Commanding Officer. The young PC left the Superintendent's office reeling
from the accusation that had been levelled against him. Without speaking to
anyone, Martin went into the Locker room, changed into civilian clothes and
left the Police Station, uncertain what the future would hold, uncertain
indeed whether he had a future in the Police Force at all.

Although he had been intending to travel home, Martin absent-mindedly
turned the wrong way and found that he was walking through the local
park. As soon as he realised where he was, the young PC came up with a
plan. Walking swiftly, Martin arrived outside the gates of the large house
at the far end of the park and boldly walked through them and knocked on
the large imposing front door. After a brief moment, the door opened and a
middle-aged lady stood looking the stranger at the door up and down before
speaking,

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'd like to speak to Sit Monty Isaacs please."

Sir Monty's personal assistant did not move, but asked in a disdainful
tone,

"And do you have an appointment, sir?"

Martin shook his head and the lady went on,

"Sir Monty is a very busy man, he doesn't see people without an
appointment.  I'm sorry, if you wish to speak to him, write to him and then
maybe he'll give you an opportunity to hold a meeting with him in a week or
two."

Martin was watching helplessly as the door was being shut in his face and
he shouted desperately,

"I believe he will see me! My name is Martin Roberts and my late father and
Sir Monty were friends and colleagues. I need to speak to him urgently, it
is very important!"

The personal assistant was just about to say 'sorry' when, as luck would
have it, Sir Monty, who had been walking downstairs and had overheard
Martin's last few words, appeared beside her and said,

"Did you say that you are Martin Roberts?"

When the young man nodded enthusiastically, Sir Martin continued,

"OK I will see you for a few minutes. There's nothing urgent for a
while. Come on in and Sarah, my personal assistant here, will show you to
my study."

Martin followed the PA into the house and was shown into an oak panelled
room with a large desk at one end. The desk was covered with documents and
Sarah made a point of going behind the desk and covering over several of
the papers so that the young man could not see what they were about or who
they were from. As soon as this activity was completed the personal
assistant indicated the chair where Martin should sit and then left the
room. A second later, Sir Monty reappeared, smiling and walked over to
Martin and shook his hand,

"So, you are David Roberts' boy? I understand that you are a policeman, is
that right?"

Martin, slightly overawed, replied quietly,

"Yes, that's right on both counts. My local Station is just across the
park. I'm still in my probationary year, but I hope that if all goes well I
will eventually transfer into CID work."

If the significance of what the young man had just said registered with Sir
Monty, he gave no indication of it, but did make it clear by his next
remark that, nice though it was to see his old friend's son, time was of
the essence,

"I'd love to spend more time with you and maybe we can chat on another
occasion, perhaps over dinner, but I do have another meeting starting very
shortly. I understand that you want to see me on an urgent matter, so
please tell me what you need and I'll try to help if I can. I expect you've
been sent to ask for a donation to the Police Benevolent fund, If so, you
should know that I always do make a donation to that worthy cause."

Martin shook his head and, realising that time was not on his side, gave a
quick summary of the murder of the tramp in the park and his own
involvement in the investigation. He could see that Sir Monty was following
the story but he could also tell that the entrepreneur was unaware of where
it was leading. The final part of the narrative brought events right up to
date and the killing of the suspect and Martin's own enforced leave. It was
at this point that the young PC finally came out with his theory that James
Bryant was a serial killer, possibly employed by some person or group to
kill people to order, although at this point Martin left hanging his
suspicion that Sir Monty might have something to do with the crimes. When
the young PC had finished the summary, Sir Monty looked at him with a
slight smile on his lips and said,

"That is all very fascinating, but I still don't see how I can help."

Martin spoke again reminding the businessman that it was he that had
brought a dossier that had helped identify the killer, but added that he
had quickly discovered that the cover story Sir Monty had given about how
he knew James Bryant did not hold up. The young PC said innocently that
this had caused him to wonder why. The conclusion he had reached was that
obviously if Sir Monty did know Bryant then it was not for the reason he
had told the Police. If the theory he had put forward earlier about killing
to order was possible, this had set the young PC wondering whether Sir
Monty knew anything about it or even whether he might be involved in some
way.

As Martin spoke, the smile had slipped from the older man's face but, as he
responded, he looked straight at the young man,

"As I expect you have anticipated my response is that I have absolutely no
idea what you are talking about and I am certain that you have no proof for
your fanciful theories, have you?"

Martin looked down at the floor and shook his head. Sir Monty walked
towards him and offered his hand in a conciliatory gesture and the younger
man stood up and took hold of it, standing as he did so. Embarrassed,
Martin stammered out a response,

"You are quite right, of course, Sir Monty. I have absolutely no proof but
I do have a gut feeling, a hunch, if you like, about this case. I'm sorry
if I offended you, I did not know what else to do."

The elderly businessman smiled,

"You sound just like your father when you talk like that. I can assure you
that I really took no offence and I do mean it when I say that I'd like to
see you for dinner and a longer talk but I have to get on."

The younger man nodded and together the two men walked to the front door,
which the businessman opened. As they parted, Sir Monty again shook hands
with Martin and said,

"I hope today has taught you a lesson: what you think you know and what you
can prove are two entirely different things. I remember that your father
used to say something similar to me when I was young and learning the
ropes.  Goodbye, Martin and I do really hope we meet again soon."

Martin mumbled a response and then walked slowly away.

After he had returned to his study, Sir Martin removed one of the letters
that was on his desk and quietly reread it. When he had finished, he picked
up the telephone, held a brief conversation and then buzzed through to
Sarah, who came through to the study immediately. As soon as the
middle-aged woman sat down, Sir Monty spoke,

"Sarah, events are spiralling quicker than I had expected. I need to bring
forward my plans. I will leave tonight. Get everything ready and cancel my
future appointments for the foreseeable future. Thank you."

After Sarah had left, the businessman took some paper and hand wrote
several letters. Then Sir Monty went to the safe hidden behind one of the
panels and retrieved a small file, picked up a letter from his desk and
made a photocopy of it, found an envelope, addressed it and placed all of
the paperwork he had collected together inside before putting it into the
tray for outgoing post.

It was some time before Martin finally arrived home, feeling extremely
depressed. If his prospects in the Police had been poor before he went to
see Sir Monty, they appeared to the young PC to be even worse now.  Even if
the entrepreneur did as he said he would and kept in touch, once news got
out that Martin had tried to beard him in his den then the young PC's days
in the Police Force could be numbered. Martin's mood was lightened slightly
by the fact that there were several messages on his answering machine. The
first was from Holly Wilson who had heard what had happened and had left a
message to say that hardly anyone at the Police Station believed that he
had anything to do with the death of James Bryant and thought that the
Superintendent was completely off his head in suggesting it, even DCI Bob
Prior was highly dubious could be involved in the killing of James
Bryant. The second message was also from the Station, this time from Dave
Powers who confirmed Holly's opinion that the Superintendent was out on a
limb by saying that he thought the Station Commander was 'fucking barking
mad' and that this opinion was even shared by Inspector Jock Duncan and
Sergeant Eddy Smithers. The third call was from Gary Scott who had also
somehow heard what had happened and left a message offering support, while
regretting that he could not get round for the next few nights. The next
message was from Freddy Eversley who proposed that he should call round
later that evening as he had heard that Martin was not feeling too
good. Martin paused the machine in order to call Freddy back and tell him
the latest position and asking if his old friend would mind postponing the
visit. Finally after several moments of haggling, Freddy agreed and Martin
turned to the last message. This was from Rob Cotton to say that he and
Anna would shortly be returning for a brief visit because Anna needed to
have some medical tests and they hoped to see Martin while they were in
London. Even this heartening news failed to raise Martin's spirits and he
was soon feeling sorry for himself and it was in this depressed mood that
the young PC took a small bottle of whisky from the drinks cupboard and
walked slowly into his bedroom and prepared for bed.

Unusually for Martin he overslept the next day and it was not until he
heard the urgent ringing of the telephone that he resurfaced feeling less
than refreshed and suffering from the after-effects of drinking too much
whisky the night before. He answered the phone and groaned inwardly as he
heard DCI Prior's voice,

"Good morning, Constable Roberts, I thought I'd let you know that there
have been some developments this morning and I and Superintendent Buxton
think it would be a good idea to have you in as soon as possible to discuss
them. How long will it take for you to get to the Station?"

Martin tried to focus more clearly but could only mumble a response to the
effect that he would be there in less than an hour. The young PC could not
think what the new developments that were so urgent could possibly be, but
he was anxious to know. In any case Martin had promised his Commanding
officer that he would make himself available for questioning whenever
required to do so. As he travelled to the Police Station, the young PC
tried to analyse Bob Prior's tone on the phone and came to the conclusion
that the DCI demeanour had been friendly.

As soon as he arrived at the Police Station, he was immediately told to
report to the main CID office and this Martin did. When he entered the
squad room, the noise that normally filled this area of the Police Station
reduced to almost nothing as the detectives that were there closely
observed the young PC until he disappeared into the DCI's room. Bob Prior
was not alone, Superintendent Buxton was also sitting ion the room and
Martin waited for a moment until he was invited to sit down. The
Superintendent, sounding rather more conciliatory than the day before,
began the proceedings,

"Thank you for coming, Constable Roberts. As I believe DCI Prior has
already told you, there has been a significant development in the last
couple of hours and it involves all three of us. When I arrived this
morning I received a large package containing a letter addressed to myself,
another for DCI Prior and a third letter and several packages, for you. The
letter that I received was from Sir Monty Isaacs and gave instructions as
to how we should proceed."

If the Superintendent noticed Martin's face fall when he heard the name, he
gave no sign of it and went on with his explanation,

"Sir Monty asked us to have a meeting with you and for us to give you the
letter and packages in a particular order, so here we are."

With something of a flourish Alan Buxton handed over an envelope, which
contained a single sheet, hand-written letter. Martin read the letter to
himself before repeating the contents out loud,

"My dear Martin,

I still remember the first time I met you when I brought that bicycle to
your birthday party and the delight on your face when you saw it. I loved
your father and was proud to number him among my closest friends and
colleagues. He taught me many important lessons on how to behave with
honour in business.  I was saddened by his death and tried to keep an eye
on your career, albeit from a distance. I knew that you had joined the
Police but was unaware, until you told me, that you were stationed so close
to where I lived. I wish I'd known sooner because I really would have liked
to get to know you better.

However, after your visit yesterday I realised that I would have to bring
forward certain plans that I had hoped could be delayed for a short while.

I am enclosing with this letter a number of items that I hope will explain
a number of matters and give you the proof that you did not have when I saw
you.

I am sorry that I lied to you but I hope you will understand that I wanted
to settle matters in my own way, but after your visit I realised that time
was no longer on my side.

If you open the first package you will find out more about the victim of
the murder in the park. I believe it will give you some understanding about
my actions in this matter. When you have read the file, please open the
second package and finally the last envelope and distribute the contents
according to the instructions on the front."

The letter was signed by Monty Isaacs.

Martin stopped reading and DCI Prior passed over the first package. This
contained a small file. On the inside front cover there was a picture of a
young man in Nazi uniform, obviously taken quite some years earlier. On the
succeeding pages there were typewritten pages of evidence from various
holocaust survivors outlining their experiences at the hands of a man
called Rudolph Schmidt and identifying him as the man in the photograph at
the front of the file. In addition to the witness statements, there was a
further account of the search for the alleged war criminal and the
frustration of the search by national authorities. The final page contained
a photograph of the man found dead in the park along with a short note,
signed by Monty Isaacs, announcing that the man in the picture had been
confirmed to be Rudolph Schmidt, a vicious member of the Nazi SS and a man
responsible for the deaths of a large number of women and children in the
various concentration camps in which he served. Finally there was a note
from the entrepreneur ordering that James Bryant be instructed to eliminate
the offender along the lines of his previous assassinations. Martin again
read out this last statement before closing the file.  The young PC was
about to hand the file over to his senior officers when he saw a note on
the back, this time hand written,

"Please open package number 2 now, Martin."

Martin did as instructed and found that it contained a short letter,
written on paper from a private hospital in London. The consultant informed
Sir Monty that the results of the tests that had recently carried out been
indicated that the entrepreneur's health had deteriorated considerably
because the tumour from which he was suffering had not responded to
treatment and the old man's condition was terminal. Although guarded in its
prediction, the consultant's letter suggested that he did not expect Sir
Monty's chances of survival beyond a further six months or so as very
high. Without comment, Martin passed the letter over to his superiors
before opening and reading the final letter from Sir Monty,

"Now, Martin, you know the truth. You were quite correct yesterday when you
accused me of being behind the death of Rudolph Schmidt, although I did not
realise that James Bryant was so out of control until I discovered that he
had killed that young man in Soho in what I now understand was a case of
mistaken identity and he was really after you. This is the reason why he
had to be eliminated. He knew the score. It was easy to follow him by doing
what you did. I knew all about James Bryant's past before I recruited him
and, like you, we just followed the trail we knew he would follow. I have
to confess the police raid was wonderful cover and the perpetrator of the
killing there (whose name I honestly do not know) has long since
disappeared, as have other members of the organisation which I had the
honour to lead for so many years.

As for me, I intend to do what I always promised myself I would.  By the
time you read this I will have taken my private plane and flown to Israel
where I expect to live out the remaining days that are left to me. Of
course, you senior colleagues may try to bring me back to the UK to face
justice but I shall resist and I doubt if I will live long enough for any
proceedings to succeed even if the Courts here initially ruled against me.

I hope your superiors will accept this fact along with my confession and
drop the ridiculous notion that you were in any way responsible for the
death of James Bryant.

Of all the people that worked on this case you are the only one who
realised what was really going on. You have the makings of a good Police
Officer and I hope that your desire to join the CID sooner rather than
later will be realised. Scotland Yard has need of people like you!

I have written separate letters to your superiors to inform them of my
opinion about you and I would ask you to give them these letters when you
have finished reading this.

Finally, my only regret is that I will not now have time to get to know you
better.

Again the note bore Sir Monty's signature. As requested, Martin hand over
two other notes, one each for DCI Prior and Superintendent Buxton, who read
the contents in silence. After a short delay, the Station Commander spoke,

"First of all, let me say that I am sorry that I doubted you but your
theory seemed so implausible. I hope that you can see it from my point of
view. I felt I had no choice other than to do as I did."

Martin was tempted to dispute the point but decided instead to accept the
apology with good grace. DCI Prior smiled broadly and added to what his
superior had said,

"I absolutely agree with the Superintendent but I do have a couple of
questions that are puzzling me. Why did you visit Sir Monty yesterday and
why didn't you share you theory with anyone else?"

Martin looked squarely back at the DCI and replied,

"The answer to the second question is that it was only a theory and as Sir
Monty told me yesterday I had no proof and to suggest a man like him was
involved in some kind of conspiracy was to go too far out on a limb,
especially for a rookie Constable. The response I got from Superintendent
Buxton yesterday seemed to me would have been typical of what would have
happened if I had made my thoughts more widely known. As for visiting Sir
Monty, I have no idea why I went there. I was being sent home, I had no
idea whether I had a future in the Metropolitan Police and I just wandered
off and by happenstance found myself at his gate. Realising where I was, I
thought I had little or nothing to lose so I threw caution to the wind and
rang the bell and, I suppose, the rest is history."

Bob Prior nodded and then replied,

"All cases involve an element of luck and you have had your share
today. Also good detectives have to work on unsubstantiated hunches
sometime. You've demonstrated to my satisfaction that you have the right
qualities to join the CID."

Martin thanked the DCI but there then followed an awkward pause before
Martin asked the until then unspoken question,

"I'm not sure that it would be a good idea to become a member of your
'firm' though. I think there is too much baggage here, perhaps I should
look elsewhere after I have finished my probation?"

Superintendent Buxton nodded understandingly at this comment and then said,

"I know I had my doubts about you when you came, but I have been forced to
realise that I was wrong and personally I would be delighted if you decided
to stay here and so, obviously, would DCI Prior. However, I can understand
your reluctance to do so. Think it over and, if you decide to move
elsewhere, I'll make sure that you get into a CID squad at another Station
and I know DCI Prior will help with that as well."

Martin acknowledged the offer and said,

"Thank you, sir. I will think about what you said and let you know. Before
we finish, may I ask two questions? The first is a practical one. Does what
we have learnt today mean that I can resume my duties and go out on the
beat again?  Secondly, what do you intend to do about Sir Monty? I hope we
won't hound him in his last few months."

Superintendent Buxton smiled as he replied,

"The answer to your first question is that you are officially back on duty
as from tomorrow morning. I think that, under all the circumstances, a day
off today would be in order. In any case I need to make some calls to
explain what we have discovered, so I will not be able to let Inspector
Duncan and Sergeant Smithers know that they should expect you bright and
early and ready for duty tomorrow morning. As for Sir Monty, I will have to
discuss the details of the case with the prosecuting authorities but, on
balance, provided we get confirmation of his medical condition, I think we
won't be pursuing him through the Courts."

Martin nodded and then asked one last question,

I have several friends who have sent me messages of support over the last
day or so, may I tell them that the matter is settled and that I will be
back?"

The Commanding Officer nodded but added,

"That's OK, but ask them to keep it to themselves until I can make it all
official."

After he had been dismissed, Martin left the DCI's office. He had to work
hard to prevent a look of satisfaction radiating across his face. As he
crossed the squad room Martin caught the eye of Holly Wilson and gave he a
very discrete nod and she smiled back at him acknowledging that she
understood the private message he had sent her. The young PC also popped
his head round the door of the canteen and was able to pass a short message
to his beat partner, Dave Powers, who had to be restrained from shouting
the news all around the Station.

Martin's journey home that afternoon was in marked contrast to the one that
he had undertaken just over twenty-four hours earlier. This time, the young
PC was in the mood to celebrate and began to wonder how he might achieve
that goal. He did not have long to wait. Martin had hardly been at home
very long when he received a phone call from Freddy Eversley who somehow
had learnt the news that the young PC had been vindicated. As always,
Martin wondered how it was that his old friend always managed to obtain
information that was supposed to remain confidential and resolved that one
day he would ask him.  However, on this occasion, Freddy was more concerned
that he should call round for the visit that had been postponed from the
day before and Martin, on this occasion readily agreed to his friend's
proposal that they should meet for a drink in a local pub in central
Soho. Before he left home, the news that Martin had been vindicated had
become public knowledge back at the Police Station and the young PC had
received a number of messages of congratulation from fellow Officers.

An hour after Freddy's call, Martin arrived at the rendezvous and was
surprised to see Freddy already there and sitting at a table in the company
of two other young men in their late teens or early twenties. As he
approached the table, the new arrival half recognised one of the strangers
sitting with his old friend as being a young actor who often appeared on
television. He had dark hair and also had a distinctly boyish face and was
called, if Martin remembered correctly, Simon. The other young man who had
much fairer hair and penetrating blue eyes turned out to be the actor's
stepbrother, Paul. Freddy welcomed Martin with enthusiasm and introduced
his other two companions, confirming in doing so that Martin had correctly
identified one of the two.  After the introductions, Freddy said,

"I thought we might have a drink or two here and then perhaps something to
eat and then, if it's OK with you, I thought we might all go back to your
flat for a nightcap of some sort"

As he said the last sentence Freddy winked at his friends and all four men
smiled knowingly. Martin thought for a moment before agreeing
enthusiastically to his friend's proposal. Several hours later and rather
less than sober the quartet arrived back at Martin's flat. During the
evening, Freddy had flirted outrageously with Paul and Martin had enjoyed
the attention of Simon. Once in the apartment, drinks were served but were
quickly forgotten as the foursome got down to some more serious
activity. In less than five minutes clothes were being removed and soon all
four men were naked and each displaying rock hard cocks that sprang smartly
to attention.

The group paired off as might have been expected from the earlier evening's
behaviour with Freddy and Paul undertaking an oral exploration of each
other.  Simon knelt down and taking took the circumcised head of Martin's
cock into his mouth. The room began to fill with the noise of moaning and
slurping as each member of the quartet took it in turns to suck the cock of
one of the others. The four men formed a daisy chain sucking and wanking
each other and changing positions on a regular basis so that after a few
minutes everyone had enjoyed the taste of each of the other pricks. Paul
and Simon were both uncut but their cocks were still contrasting with the
actor's dick being long and thin while his stepbrother's was shorter and
fatter. In addition, the actor's foreskin rolled easily back off the head
to expose the glans once he got hard whereas Simon's only rolled back part
way and Freddy and Martin had to use his tongues to fully expose the head.

After a while the group once again paired off and it was not long before
Freddy was licking out his partner's hole and exploring his love channel
with fingers made slick with saliva and pre cum. Martin, too, was exploring
Paul's puckered hole as he sucked the young actor's cock and ran his
fingers along the underside of Simon's balls and he heard the actor moan
loudly as the probing fingers found the entrance to the young man's hole
and teased his prostate.  Martin heard a similar sigh of pleasure coming
from the other side of the room and grinned across at Freddy who had
already torn open a condom packet and was pulling the protective cover over
his engorged cut cock. Simon was on his knees in front of the older man as
he waited for his partner's long cock to enter him. As the dick slid past
his sphincter Paul gave out a loud sigh of pleasure and Freddy paused for a
moment before pushing deeper into the welcoming love channel.

Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Simon was happily helping Martin
pull on a condom and then began to guide his older partner's rock hard love
pole towards the well-lubricated hole. Martin felt the tip of his cock head
enter the actor's love channel and was pleased to note that his prick slid
right up to the hilt in one fluid movement. Paul, who was on his back,
sighed loudly as the prick inside him moved back and forth with increasing
speed.

Across the room Paul had been turned over by Freddy who was fucking him
from the side and simultaneously wanking the younger man's fat cock
vigorously. As they strained to bring ultimate pleasure to the other, both
men when grunting loudly. Martin watched his old friend for a few minutes
and then said something to Simon who nodded. The young actor stood up,
pushed Martin to the floor and then sat back down taking his partner's
rampant cock inside him as he did so. With the young actor facing him and
riding slowly up and down his cock, Martin was able to wank Simon's dick in
time with his rhythmic thrusting actions.

Suddenly the flat was filled with a very loud shout as Paul announced his
approaching orgasm. Everyone in the room paused for a moment to watch as
the young man's cock spurted several gobbets of cum that flew out from his
piss slit and landed on the floor some distance away from his body. The
sight led Freddy to redouble his efforts and within a few moments he was
delivering his own spunky tribute deep inside his partner's bowels. Martin
was the next to cum. His body went rigid and Simon grinned down at him as
he squeezed his arse muscles tightly so that it gripped the shaft buried
inside him as tightly as he could. Martin groaned as his cock twitched and
his ball juice made the shaft throb violently before shooting deep inside
the young man sitting on it. As the cum splattered inside him, Simon wanked
his cock and fired his own sperm all over Martin's bare chest before the
two men slowly untangled themselves and joined the other couple in a group
hug before finally laying back and resting.

Although he would have loved to have another round, possible with Simon on
this occasion, Martin realised that this was not possible because he needed
to be up in a few hours time in order to get into work at 8 a.m. He forced
to call the enjoyable night to a halt and all three of his guests entirely
understood and Freddy called a taxi and he, Paul and Simon disappeared into
the night, no doubt intending to continue their fun elsewhere.  Over the
remaining months of Martin's probationary year, a number of loose ends were
tied up.

First of all, Paul Turner, the PC that had been disgraced and tried to
attack Martin, was dismissed from the service. Inspector Duncan had
confidently reassured the young PC that he would never get a problem again
from that quarter or from any of the former Constables friends that
remained in the Police Force.

This news was followed only a few days later by a party in honour of Holly
Wilson, who left the Metropolitan Police to join a Home County Force as a
Sergeant. Martin regarded this event as having a bittersweet feel to
it. Pleased as he was for Holly and her promotion, Martin was disappointed
to be losing such a good and loyal friend.

Another departure from Martin's life was that of Gary Scott who also took
up a promotion in the North of England. The two Police Officers had met on
several occasions before Gary had been given a date for his move. Although
they had some regrets both men were forced to agree that the distance
between them would make it impossible to continue their relationship in a
meaningful way.  >From the very beginning Martin and Gary had know that
their partnership would only be short term.

A few days before Martin's probation came to an end, news came in that Sir
Monty Isaacs had died in Jerusalem. Newspapers filled several columns with
fulsome obituaries extolling the entrepreneur's activities as a benefactor
of many charities, none, however, mentioned his activities as the head of a
sinister secret group committed to bringing Nazi fugitives to a form of
rough but instant justice. Martin was pleased tat such a great man's
contribution would not be marred in death, Although he could not condone
what Sir Monty had done, Martin could understand the business man's
frustration at the failure of governments to act and Sir Monty's desire to
administer justice on behalf of those unable to do so.

On a brighter note, Bob and Anna Cotton's visit proved to be highly
enjoyable and took Martin's mind off the death of his father's old
friend. When they met, Martin knew that the broad grins on the young
couple's faces was not just down to their reunion, but were, as he had
guessed, because Anna was pregnant. Bob noted the pleasure in his friend's
face when he told Martin that, outside the immediate family, he was the
first person to be told their happy news. The dinner they shared also
allowed Martin to catch up with news of the rest of the Cotton family and
accepted an invitation to be one of the first to visit Bob and Anna after
the baby was born.

After mature thought, some days after his reinstatement, Martin informed
Superintendent Buxton that he felt a new start elsewhere was what he really
needed. DCI Prior had been as good as his word and had worked some magic in
that he managed to find Martin a position in the Metropolitan Police's main
CID, which operated from Scotland Yard. When the time came for him to
leave, a party was held in his honour and every member of his Relief
attended it with speeches being made by Martin's beat partner PC Dave
Powell and Superintendent Alan Buxton himself. As he left the Police
Station for the last time, Martin felt that he could look back on the
previous year with a degree of satisfaction. He had learnt a lot during the
year and, despite all the heartache and the tragedy, the young PC felt that
he had enjoyed the experience of working on his first real case of
detection and he hoped that it would be the first of many. Finally Martin
believed that the good wishes of his colleagues would stand him in good
stead for the trials and tribulations of the future.

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