Sorry For The Immense Delay! I Have Had Exams, Lifeguard Course, Show Rehearsals Etc. Just A Small Chapter Before I Go On Holiday For Two Weeks. I Love You All If You Are Still Reading This xx

Alex and Gene watched Ray pull Chris out of CID and drag him down the corridor with a disgusted look on his face. But Chris still looked mystified.

Gene huffed next to her. "I bet his mum is proud."

"Guv, don't say that about Chris, he is lovely but he is just a bit..."

"Of a twat." She rolled her eyes at him resignedly. "So Bolly are you going to tell me how you knew that little nugget, or do I have to read the gospel of psychic twats united so I can see what goes on in your depraved little mind to be enlightened?"

"Well, it's very simple..."

"Is that a normal people simple or is that I-am-about-to-talk-a-whole-load-of-confusing-bollocks simple?" He knew he had skipped a bit too far over the line when her eyebrows began to float stealthily closer and closer to her hairline.

"Well Guv, if you don't want me to impart my knowledge onto you and insult me instead then don't expect me to stay here, there are much more interesting things I could be doing like for instance, I could be making a cup of tea or I could be alphabetizing my stationary or you know I have this really good idea for a novel..."

"Yes, okay, go on. Educate me." His eyes shone bright with amusement.

She turned back to her desk and began scribbling on a bit of paper. Gene took full advantage of this time to admire one of God's greatest creations while pondering the amount of time it had taken the man to create such a perfectly rounded and plumped rear end.

His ponderings were cut short when she straightened up and waltzed up to the whiteboard and stuck a drawing of a necklace with some sort of goat thing underneath it.

"I know I'm not the best artist in the world..."

"Why has that goat got a stick up its arse? Was it punishment for being a bad goat? Oh fuck, is this about religion?"

"What? No, that's a tail. Its obviously a tail, look, it even has a slight curl to it.." He watched as she began drawing over the alleged tail to make it look slightly curlier and bushier. Needless to say, it was unsuccessful.

She turned back to him and saw his cynical expression. "It's definitely a tail..."

"Okay, say that is in fact a 'tail', what is the rest of it?"

She stared at him. She thought he had been joking when had called it a goat.

Surely it isn't that bad. She glanced over at it. So maybe it is, but that's not the point...

"It is a horse Guv."

"What kind of retarded breed is that...?"

"It's not about the drawing Gene."

"So why did you draw it then?"

"It is a visual representative of a psychological clue that you wanted to know about."

"I asked you to educate me, not confuse me." He watched as her eyes narrowed and her mouth began to move at a rapid pace.

"Right. This is a rough sketch of a necklace with a horse pendant. It belonged to the victim's mother. Sentimental value only. No other items taken. This suggests the attacker has taken a souvenir from the victim that is valuable to them. Usually the attacker will forcefully take something from the victim to show their power over them and to prolong their sexual fantasy, they will take it home and put it in a prominent position as a constant reminder of their conquest. The more value the item has, the better. But in this case the attacker has taken something that has virtually no value instead of taking her expensive looking gold bracelet or one of her rings. This indicates he has taken something that is of sentimental value instead of market value, how would someone who didn't know her, know that the necklace was of sentimental value to her? They wouldn't. So, she knew her attacker."

There was a small silence where all that could be heard was the ticking of the clock and the slightly increased rate of Alex's breathing.

"It's scary how much you know about the inner thoughts of a rapist." He mused.

"It is a bit isn't it."

"You know what I think Bolls?"

"Enlighten me." She replied sarcastically.

He moved towards her oppressively. "I think that this mouthy posh girl thing you got going on, is all an act."

She inched herself closer to him. "Oh do you now?"

"Yes. It's all an act to cover up the fact your a sexual predator. You hypnotise us simple folk with your hips and lead them into your lair, where you have your wicked way with them and then detach their knackers and pin them on your wall."

"So, you have discovered my secret." She said, completely seriously. "You know what this means?"

"What?"

She took the final step forward and whispered seductively into his ear. "You're next."

Gene watched as her curls and backside bounced their way out of his sight, the smell of her perfume still fresh around him and her giggle still echoing around the now empty room.

He was about to follow her into the kitchen when the police radio screeched into life and Ray's voice began warbling through it.

"Guv?" He turned and picked it up irately.

"Raymondo, you best have a big juicy bastard for me."

"Got him Guv."

"Good man, bring him in, it's playtime in the jungle."

"Yes Guv."

Right, for the next one.

"Christopher." Static.

"DC Skelton."

"Yes Guv."

"You got him yet?"

"No Guv, we're on our way back, he's not in."

"How did you come to this conclusion?"

"He didn't answer his door Guv."

"Well get back there and knock his bloody door down you nonce!"

His stuttery voice replied. "Umm, y..yes Guv."

Twat.

"Drakey! Let's go, we have bastards to beat up!"