Driving Down the Wrong Lane

Chapter 1

It were the first time ever Brian Lane had suddenly gambled on taking a shortcut through the back streets of the capital. He'd been cycling slowly and carefully on his bicycle along the cycle lane that Friday morning, some of the red double-decker buses were blocking the route and getting him frustrated. He knew he couldn't exactly cycle as quickly as that Bradley Wiggins whenever it came to street cycling. Brian looked further down towards the end of the high street and caught a glimpse of two uniformed officers standing behind a cordoned off street

Curiosity got the better of him all of a sudden as he asked a younger cyclist who was currently alongside him. "Why's the road blocked off?"

The younger cyclist temporarily removed his cycling sunglasses, angled his head to one side as he surveyed the scene before him. "As far as I'm aware looks like there's been a road accident. I really don't know anything else." he didn't look too impressed by having to wait around. Things didn't seem like they were going to improve anytime soon. He turned to look over at Brian, only to see that he'd gotten annoyed and cycled away, selecting another preferred route. Nothing was going to try and prevent him from getting to work on time.

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Just after 10:15am that morning in the UCOS office, In her office Sandra had the last five minutes on the phone had arranging for the team to visit a publishing office. Strickland had given her permission to make the call as part of a re-investigation into the unsolved murder of a Book Publishing Tycoon Arthur Baxter. Gerry had been given the inevitable task of guarding the office door and letting Sandra know when Brian had arrived.

"Not like Brian to be this late this morning." Gerry said, speculating. Every morning of the working weekday Brian had never once been late on schedule on arriving to work.

"I don't know why you're making a big deal Gerry, he's just delayed. He's probably had to take a long route or he's got a punctured tyre." Jack suggested, he wasn't too fussed on guessing.

"Well when he does show up, Sandra's not going to satisfied with the excuse he gives her. She's already had to put up with enough with stress in here this week. She doesn't need Strickland reprimanding her again " Gerry told him.

Sandra appeared unexpectedly by Brian's desk just as he was carrying his bicycle in through the door. "Where the bloody hell have you been?" Gerry was right, she didn't look happy and looked stressed out.

"Sorry, I had a snapped chain on me bike..had to carry this up the stairs.." Brian apologized as soon as possible. He went to place it in the far hand corner of the office.

"You could have taken the lift." Gerry pointed out, making a resolvable suggestion. Sandra cut him off from talking.

"Right well now you're here, I've organized for all of us to go to the Baxter Smith Publishing office this afternoon. Strickland's given us the go ahead into the investigating the Arthur Baxter case." Sandra explained to them.

"Didn't that happen 12 years ago, yes that's right. I remember in the previous investigation someone mentioned that he'd been killed by a lift on the fifth floor, with a heavy object. Very gory the details..." A few brief memories of this particular case triggered in Gerry's thoughts.

"Well we're going to speaking to a Mrs Karen Oakfield, she's running the business now." Sandra added, she hoped Gerry wouldn't allow himself to be getting distracted by the female receptionist while they were there. As sometimes he genuinely like to especially when they visited a specific working office and if the receptionist smiled and flirted with him.

End of Chapter

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