I put the phone down and dropped my head in my hands. Looking round the Office I could see the quiet faces looking at me as I brushed my hair back and sat up straight. Jess was poised by one of the Admin Team, looking expectantly at me.
"Wilson, has found out we're on to him. He's spent the last half hour shredding any evidence that might incriminate him. "
I raised my hands to heaven in supplication,
"Please let him miss something, please," I pleaded. "Two years Lord, two bloody wasted years."
Jess shook her head and sighed, patted the admin guy on the back and walked over.
"How?"
"We don't know yet, the team will go in shortly and lift him, but he's had long enough to cover his tracks and those of his buddies too!"
Jess patted my shoulder and leaned lower,
"My office now please." She straightened and left me alone.
I moaned again tidied my desk and gathered up my notes. Taking my cup I poured more coffee and went over to Jess's corner suite. Jess was putting the phone down as I came in and I heard the outside doors open and close. I knew it would be Commander Gill Curtis, AKA the Boss.
Gill entered the room smiling, her uniform jacket unbuttoned, revealing a regulation white blouse with the official white and black kerchief necktie. She perched on the corner of Jess's desk.
"OK troops what gives?"
Jess stood and came round to join her. I spread my notes out on the small corner table and turned to face them.
"Wilson has been tipped off somehow and this morning was spotted moving a shredder to his office, this was as of thirty minutes ago."
I looked down at my notes again.
"I've authorised the Lifters to move in, but I think we're too late, because our contact tried to get into his room but the door's locked and he's shredding everything by the sound of it,"
I glanced up and shrugged.
"At the moment we've no idea how he was tipped off, but we may well find ourselves without a trace of evidence and we'll have to release him."
"Do we have enough to force his resignation?"
Gill was frowning, crossing her black Lycra covered legs at the ankle. She lent back and her tailored uniform hugged her mature curves. She had big firm breasts and they were pushing hard against the uniform blouse she wore. The lacy pattern of her bra came into sharp detail as she arched her back to loosen the tension she felt.
I felt a tingle and inwardly cursed. This was definitely not the time to get a hard-on. I saw Jess's eyebrow lift and a curious smile cum smirk flit across her face. I could guess tonight's conversation.
I looked at my notes hurriedly and found the entry I needed. Looking up I saw Gill had a grin a mile wide, she had noticed my discomfort too.
"We could force him to consider his position; if we say we'll use 'habitually consorting with known criminals' as a reason to dismiss him. We can't touch him on his record as his cases cover practically every type of offence and his conviction rate is first class."
Gill nodded,
"OK when you lift him take him to the Detention Centre and I'll see what I can prise out of him, Jess I'd like you in with me. But we wait overnight, let him start to worry why he's not being interviewed or charged. "
"Dave, as they lift him, get into his office and go through it, diaries, log book, notebook, computer, the lot. I want to know who his tailor is, when he's eaten, where he's been, who with and how often he farts. I want this little shit nailed down and buried. I hate dirty coppers and his stench needs removing from the force asap, any questions?"
Gill pushed off the desk and straightened up, buttoning her jacket.
"Give me a heads up on Wilson's arrival. I'm off to speak to the ACC on this."
She smiled and left the office, I looked at Jess who had a smirk on her pretty face.
"She gave you a stiffy didn't she, you're terrible, "
she giggled and stretched her black Lycra clad legs. I had to look. Jess grinned and opened her legs a little wider, I could see where the tights changed pattern, as it reached the top of her legs. I gulped and looked away red faced. My cock was crowding my pants and I had no doubt would be visible through my trousers.
"This is sexual harassment," I muttered.
"Of course it is, but it's for your own good. Now be a love and get me a coffee would you?"
She smiled sweetly and batted her eyelids, I melted.
An hour later the call came in that the subject was now on his way to the Detention Centre. As we worked undercover, we daren't use any Police Station; so with the connivance of my bosses in the Security Service, we used the Detention Centre at Heathrow to interview suspects. It was just off the Airport perimeter in Hounslow and we had a standing order for a room ready for interviews. The Border Force and Immigration Services weren't happy but so what, we had to have a secure area for interviews.
I picked up my case and left for the suspects office. By now the jungle grapevine would be awash with rumours and supposition and the whispers would have started. I had to get there before anyone else had a chance to get in and assist in removing the evidence.
I knew Wilson had been lured away by a tip off that a known criminal was about to pull off a daring robbery. Our man was known to have wanted the kudos of feeling this crims collar, so off he went like a teenager in a brothel. He was promptly bagged by the Lifters at the rendezvous, and was unable to use his phone to warn anyone else.
I entered the Police Station, showed my identity card and asked for an office for an hour or so, a matter of national importance. As they had little space and his office was empty I was shown in and immediately locked the door behind me.
I started with his diary, nothing untoward here. His notebook appeared to be contemporaneous with his known arrests and interviews. His PC was a standard issue Home Office Police desktop and nothing appeared to be hidden on the system.
I dialed my Security Section and spoke to Don in IT, he swiftly logged in and began a deeper forensic search. He assured me it was untraceable. As an extra, he loaded a bot which would record and forward details of all keystrokes used and applications opened. This was highly illegal normally but a necessity and we could get Home Office approval for it anyway.
Finding nothing I prepared to leave unlocking the door, just then the Desk Sergeant approached me.
"I'm sorry to disturb you Mr Maybury, but there's a solicitor asking to speak to the Officer in Charge of the arrest of Detective Sergeant Wilson, that's his office you've been in. Do you know anything about this?"
"I'm sorry Sergeant, I have no idea what you're talking about, I just needed a hot desk to make some calls and complete the paperwork. I can't tell you what it's about but I know nothing at all about this..." I paused and looked at him,
"Detective Sergeant Wilson."
"Exactly, so sorry but I must go, I have to be at Heathrow to catch a flight landing. Is that all Sergeant?"
"Yes sir, sorry sir. I really don't know what to say."
"Look I'm really sorry I can't help. Perhaps there's something in his room, I haven't touched anything except the phone. Go on, go and have a looksee."
"Good idea thanks Mr Maybury."
I left before the solicitor saw me and hurried back to Heathrow.
I parked in a public car park and walked to the terminal. I phoned the office.
"Can you get over to Terminal Three and pick me up. Come in an Area Car, blues and two's make it look like I'm in on an arrest, cheers, ten minutes then."
Ten minutes later we threw a blanket over one of the guys who had been in the terminal on lunch break and whisked him out to the waiting squad car, and with bells and whistles charged off again. Anyone following would have believed I was working on an arrest and left it at that. Luckily this event had been foreseen and all the crew had "uniforms" to slip into so we could mount this type of operation.
I wrote it all up and added the info to the database, then headed on home. Jess came in about an hour later with the Boss. I saw Jess and Gill talking in the hallway as they hung up their coats, I carried on in the kitchen.