“Casting a Shadow”
/ DS John Bolton,
NC17 m/m, angst
Britslash Yes please
Yes please to
Colefield is an ex London policeman and now a member of a secret
Vatican sponsored squad dedicated to fighting “Code Vs”, thoroughly
modern vampires, who have created a worldwide organisation. He becomes
reacquainted with Detective Sergeant John Bolton a hard nosed London
cop who is investigating the suspicious death of the daughter of a
prominent politician. Colefield and Bolton have to deal with their
history and feelings for each other while at the same time navigating
the dark and dangerous world of the “Code Vs”.
Neither the characters or concepts associated with “Ultraviolet” and
“The Bill” belongs to me. They remain the sole property of their
respective production companies and no infringement of copyright is
intended. No financial gain is derived from this story.
Many thanks to
my excellent Beta reader and grammar guru Ali, a real inspiration.
Casting a Shadow
by Beverly Hills
The target moved
quickly across the room and tapped out a code on the transport’s
keypad. Jets of coolant vapour hissed from the hi-tech casket
heralding the immanent emergence of its occupant. From behind a stack
of crates Michael Colefield raised his pistol and looked at the
attached optical screen.
Michael murmured under his breath as he watched the young woman
standing in front of the coffin. Regardless of the fact that she
wasn’t a leech she would probably still be eliminated as part of the
operation. His policeman’s soul rebelled at the total disregard for
the process of law or the value of a human life that seemed central to
the Squad’s effective operation.
The stream of
vapour had ceased, the digital timer on the units control panel had
counted down to zero.
happened at once. As the lid opened with a hiss, a tall male figure
appeared next to the young, blond woman. Vaughan Rice crouching next
to Michael yelled “go, go, go” into the microphone of his headset at
the same time aiming his pistol and blasting a hole in the leech’s
chest. Six members of the squad wearing fatigues and balaclavas
crashed through the double wooden doors of the workshop space, weapons
at the ready.
screamed, Michael and the other men of the squad dropping immediately.
The girl stood staring at the figure next to her, her mouth opened to
scream. She didn’t get the chance, the vampire’s body detonated with
such force that the girl was blown backwards through the glass of a
window and out of the building.
As the smoke and
particles cleared Michael raised himself from the floor. Rice was
already up gesturing to two of the squad members.
“You two get
downstairs and check her status,” he ordered. “You,” he added nodding
to a third man, “get onto clean-up.”
worked out neatly,” Vaughan observed with the ghost of a grin, fixing
Michael with his dark eyes.
said wondering if he would ever allow himself to become that callous.
light moved slowly over the corpse’s throat.
“No sign at all
on the throat of surface tissue damage or sub dermal trauma, quite
remarkable really when you consider the state of the rest of the
body,” Dr Angie Marsh commented dryly over her shoulder to her
“So we can
assume she was uninfected?” Pearse Harman asked, his voice as neutral
as if he was inquiring as to the soup of the day at his favourite
“Well I still
need to do the tests but yes I think we can assume that she was
uninfected. Do we know her identity?” she asked pulling the zip closed
on the plastic body bag and removing her latex gloves.
Harman took a
file from under his arm and handed it to her.
Keevers, twenty years old, student at LSE,” she read aloud then paused
a frown appearing on her face. She looked at the priest whose
countenance betrayed nothing. She continued, “The youngest child of
the Right Honourable Anthony Keevers, Minister for Health.”
Harman paced the
length of the meeting room. “The body will be placed in a derelict
warehouse in the Sun
area. An explosive device will be set”. He stopped and closing his
eyes kneaded his temples. Becoming aware of the squad again he
continued. “Certain controlled substances have been introduced into
the body and will be found scattered around the scene of the
explosion, suggesting an illegal drug manufacturing operation.”
looked across the table at Angie’s impassive face. “ Oh dear, the
Minister is in for a spot of bother,” he said in what he believed was
a peer’s inflections.
at Vaughan’s attempt at humour. He took a seat at the head of the
table, “Yes, it is very unfortunate. I have not made this decision
lightly or without consultation. The girl cannot just disappear, the
ensuing search would be too great a risk to the security of our
“Yea, the last
thing we want is the Minister of Health finding out that there is a
major threat to the public health,” Michael observed flatly.
The three others
stared at him with a pained forbearance. Michael had grown used to
that look since he had been on probation for reviving his now code V
ex-partner. Angie and Harmon seemed undecided but he sensed that Rice
was convinced that he would betray them again.
the file and rose. “Very well, Vaughan. You and Michael oversee the
operation. Only get involved if it seems that the police aren’t coming
up with the answers we want them to. Angie may I have a word.”
Angie replied. She rose giving Michael an ambiguous look as she turned
and left the room.
Sergeant John Bolten and Detective Constable Kerri Holmes approached
the young uniformed officer. “What have we got Nick?” Bolton asked.
flipped open his note pad “Drug factory that’s gone up by the looks of
it. The Fire boys found a body, from what we can tell it’s an IC one,
female, not pretty, looks like she took the full brunt of the blast.”
Holding up a plastic evidence bag containing a small battered handbag
he said. “According to the ID she’s one Francesca Keevers, student.”
replied taking the bag, examining it and then passing it to Holmes,
“Kerri organise the lab work will you and run a PNC on Francesca
Keevers, Cheers.” Bolton was already moving towards the warehouse
entrance when with a pained expression Kerri replied “Right Sarge.”
As he stepped
over the crime scene tape and prepared to enter the guttered warehouse
Bolton noticed two men sitting in a dark car a short distance down the
street. Flicking open his mobile phone he pressed the speed dial
number for the Sun
Station. “Polly, John Bolton I want you to run a license check for
us” Michael observed flatly before taking a sip from his coffee “and
he’s running a make on the car right now.”
“How do you
know?” Rice asked seemingly unperturbed.
“Because I’m a
copper remember, and I know him, he’s good. His name’s John Bolton.
Jack and I worked with him on a money laundering case a couple of
years ago. He’s not going to be easy to put one over.”
“Well then maybe
it would be wise to have a word with his boss.” Vaughan flipped the
pages of his note pad. “ Chief Superintendent Brownlow.”
As they pulled
away neither of them noticed the car with dark tinted glass windows
parked in the shadow of a factory.
Vaughan left Chief Superintendent Brownlow’s
office and headed for the stairs.
“What do you
think?” asked Michael.
himself, he’ll behave” Vaughan replied, “ You were in the Met. he
didn’t get where he is by showing initiative did he.”
The smile died
on Michael’s face as John Bolton appeared in front of them coming up
when he looked up and saw Michael standing above him.
seconds Michael found his voice.
“Hullo John” he
said and then could not think of a single thing more to say. When it
became apparent that Bolton was not going to reply Vaughan took
Michael’s elbow and moved the other man past Bolton and down the
As they left the
Station Vaughan was still holding Michael’s arm, he stopped and spun
the other man around.
“So what is it
with you and your old mate, he didn’t exactly looked chuffed to see
you. In fact I’ve seen bodies with all the blood sucked out of them
that looked better than he did when he clapped eyes on you.” Vaughan’s
face was inches from Michael’s his voice low and hard. “Is there
something I need to know Michael?”
away pulling his arm from the other man’s grasp. He ran a hand through
his dark hair pushing the fringe from his forehead.
“We didn’t see
eye to eye about things, the case we were working on, he hates my
head was pounding as he moved across the CID office to the windows
overlooking the car-park. He could see Michael Colefield and the
large, black guy talking and then they walked to a car and got in.
Bolton didn’t have to look at the license plate, he new it was the
same car he had seen at the crime scene that morning.
As the car drove
off he turned from the window and slumped into a chair.
entered the office, seeing Bolton she said, “Are you alright Sarge,
you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” He looked up at her in time
to see Chief Superintendent Brownlow
standing behind her.
“John can I see
you in my office.”
the car up outside Michael’s house.
there’s something else about Bolton I need to know you better tell me
the car door “There’s nothing, I told you we disagreed about the case
we were working on”.
his tone “Michael look at me.” Michael settled back in his seat and
turned to face his colleague.
“I hope that’s
the truth, because as far as the Squads concerned you’re still on
probation since the incident on the bridge.”
“Oh Yea, I’d
forgotten, thanks for the reminder,” Michael replied grimly. “I’ll see
you tomorrow.” Climbing out of the car he walked to his front door
opened it and entered without looking back.
looking at the door for a few minutes then took out his phone and
dialled. “I think we have a problem.”
himself a drink, kicked his shoes off and collapsed onto the leather
sofa. Taking a deep sip of the scotch he laid back and closed his
eyes. He tried to blank his mind but within seconds he was thinking of
the last time he had seen John Bolton.
He saw the pale,
golden freckled skin of John’s back as he lay sleeping beside him. He
had reached out and traced his finger down the curved ravine formed by
the sleeping man’s spine trailing away into the cleft between the firm
pale globes of his arse. John had moved in response to Michael’s touch
but had remained asleep.
thought he wanted to stay there that way forever. Their sex had been
frantic and hard till they had reached some sort of unidentified
moment where tenderness could exist. They had then proceeded with
calmer attempts to give one another pleasure mixed with a tentative
reassurance. That this hard, driven man could shed his armour and
reveal his need to give and receive gentleness had surprised Michael,
but his own response had amazed him more. As they lay there he felt
tears coming to his eyes and then he had thought of Jack.
Michael found it
difficult to recall a time when Jack hadn’t been in his life. When
they were young and had both just joined the Met. When they had been
assigned as partners to the same squad had been the most contented
Michael had ever felt. Even Jack’s many women and the fact that he
would never feel about Michael the way that Michael felt about him
didn’t matter. Sex didn’t matter, being close did. But now there was
Since the three
of them had begun working on the money laundering case together and
despite the fact that Jack and John couldn’t stand each other, Michael
had found himself fascinated by the “hard as nails” detective. In the
end Jack was glad to leave all of the liaison with John to Michael and
that’s how the two of them came to be sharing a drink at John’s flat
after a successful obo.
how John had let his fingers pause on Michael’s hand as he passed him
a drink and how he had looked Michael in the eyes for what seemed like
hours before moving forward to place his lips on Michael’s.
And then here he
was lying next to John and all he could think about was Jack. In a
thoughtless panic he got off the bed, dressed and fled the flat.
For the duration
of the case he got Jack to work with John as much as possible and when
he had to have contact he made sure they were never alone. At first
John had given him baffled almost pleading looks but within a few days
his face had become a rigid, ivory mask. If Jack had noticed the
change between the two men he never commented.
Michael knew he
had fucked it all up. Not long after, Jack met Kirsty and later became
engaged. Michael liked this attractive young woman and envied Jack the
intimacy that they shared, an intimacy he knew he might have had with
John Bolton but now never would.
with a start spilling the drink that had been resting on his chest.
The room was dark save for a faint, amber glow from the streetlight
shining through the bare living room window.
Mikey, that’s not a good sign,” a familiar voice said from the
to his feet toppling the glass to the floor. “What are you doing
here?” he said looking around the room to make sure Jack was alone and
searching in the gloom for his gun, which was across the room on his
jacket lying on a chair.
can’t your oldest and dearest friend drop in to see how you are? I
told you the last time we met I’d keep in touch,” Jack Beresford said
moving towards Michael.
Michael ran his
hand through his hair pushing back the fringe from his eyes. “Jack
this won’t do either of us any good, I don’t imagine your new friends
are keen on you keeping up with your old friend and I know mine
certainly aren’t. Jack I could be being watched” he added quietly “you
could be in danger.”
“But not from
you Michael” Jack said moving the gun and coat off the chair and
sitting down opposite his former partner.
“No Jack, not
from me” Michael practically whispered sitting back down onto the
“It’s alright I
made sure the coast was clear before I dropped in. We have you and
your colleagues under surveillance much more often than you might
imagine. Today for example I understand you ran into an old
acquaintance of ours, well an acquaintance of mine I should say, DS
Bolton was a bit more than that to you wasn’t he Mike?”
up but the chair was empty, Jack was sitting next to him on the sofa.
“What do you
mean?” Michael just managed to say.
“Oh good grief
Michael surely you didn’t think I was unaware of your little romance
and lover’s quarrel with the redoubtable Bolton, you’re not that hard
to read. I have to admit I was a bit put out, I was used to having
your undivided adulation.”
Michael felt his
face flush, his anger rising at Jack’s sarcasm and smug expression. At
that moment he hated Jack. Getting to his feet and looking towards
where the gun lay he yelled. “Get out Jack and leave me alone.”
Christ’s sake. I know how you felt about Bolton so I just thought I’d
let you know that my associates have plans for him.”
Michael spat grabbing Jack by his coat. Jack’s slightly mocking
expression was replaced by what for him passed as sincere concern.
must have realised by now that we are interested in anyone that you
are interested in, remember Kirsty?” Jack said taking hold of
Michael’s wrists and effortlessly causing him to release his
“But I’m not
interested in him anymore, he hates me.” Michael said turning away to
conceal his pained expression from his former partner.
love and hate you know what they say, a double edged blade. Just look
at us now.”
into the mirror above the mantle, he saw only his own reflection as he
had expected, but when he turned back he found he was truly alone.
Jack had delivered his message and gone.
scanned the photos and reports pinned to the board in front of him.
several gaping holes in all of this that you could drive a fleet of
vans through” he said as much to himself as to Kerri Holmes who was
seated on the desk next to him.
“I know Sarge, a
young girl with no prior history of drugs or anything else found dead,
pumped full of speed at the site of a drug factory explosion,
apparently there by herself and none of our snouts know anything about
the whole operation, it doesn’t hold up” Kerri said.
“Did you get
anything from her friends?” he asked.
“Not much, total
shock, she was the last person they’d expected to be caught up in
anything dodgy, Honours student, close to her family.”
definite but a couple of them said she’d dropped hints that she was
spending time with someone lately, but no names.”
something going on here and we’re being kept out of the game. Bronlow
more or less told me to wrap up the whole investigation and file it. A
Cabinet Minister’s daughter dies in suspicious circumstances and they
don’t want to know about it, doesn’t make any kind of sense.”
At that point
John’s phone rang.
answered still studying the board in front of him.
Michael I need to talk to you.”
“What can you
have to say to me” the detectives voice was flat. Kerri was leafing
through papers at her desk.
“John its about
the Keever’s case.”
“What about it?”
“Not over the
phone, we should meet, can you meet me now?”
your nick now.”
John rose and
went to the window, looking down he could see Michael leaning against
the now familiar car across the road from the station.
John hung up the
phone. Putting on his jacket and heading for the door, without looking
back he said “Kerri I’ve got to go out for a while.”
“Sarge, what do
you want me to do?” Kerri asked but he was gone. Frowning she went to
the window and after a moment saw John Bolton cross the street, speak
to a man standing next to a car which they both then got into and
“Great” she said
with exasperation throwing the files she was holding on her desk.
As Michael nosed
the car out into the evening rush hour traffic he was glad he couldn’t
take his attention from the road. He was afraid to look at the man
sitting next to him.
“You’ve got five
minutes.” John said also keeping his gaze fixed on the road ahead.
onto the Canley Estate and pulled into a gravel parking area next to a
football field. He turned to look at John who was still staring ahead
out to where a group of youths were kicking a ball.
“How have you
been John?” Michael asked.
noticed the colour come to the other man’s pale skin and the muscles
in his jaw clench.
“What am I doing
here Michael, I can’t believe you got me here to see how I am, its not
as if that’s mattered to you up till now” John spat out the words.
“Look John I
know how you feel about me, about…what happened, I’m sorry you can’t
know how sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing, I was confused.”
Michael’s voice trailed off.
John turned and
grabbed the front of Michael’s shirt pulling him close their faces
inches apart. “Didn’t know what you were doing, I bet you and that
mate of yours Jack Beresford
had a good old laugh about it, fucking the pathetic, love sick, idiot
and then dropping him.”
feel the other man’s breath on his face, the look in his eyes causing
him to feel the beginning of fear.
As if John’s
energy source has suddenly been switched off he let go of Michael and
slumped, he turned and opened the car door.
should just fuck off back to Beresford and leave me alone.” He stepped
out of the car slammed the door and began walking back the way they
him walking away and then turned, closed his eyes and rested his
forehead on the steering wheel. After several minutes he lifted his
head and looked out onto the now deserted playing field. It was dusk
and the youths had wandered away. Lights were coming on in the
buildings surrounding the area.
said and started the car. Leaving the car-park he scanned the road
ahead for John Bolton walking back to the Sun
station. He wasn’t among the pedestrians Michael had passed by the
time he had reached the Police station so he turned the car around and
retraced his route hoping that John had gone into a pub or shop on the
way back. It was completely dark before he had reached the entrance to
Michael grabbed his phone and dialled the Sun
station. “DS Bolton please” he waited to be put through.
phone” a woman’s voice answered. “DC Holmes speaking.”
“Can I speak to
DS Bolton please?” Michael asked already experiencing a hopeless,
gnawing feeling in his gut.
“I’m sorry DS
Bolton isn’t here at the moment, he was expected back but must have
been held up, maybe I can help you?”
silent trying to think what he could do.
“Sir, could you
give me your name please” DC Holmes brought Michael’s attention back
to the phone.
Michael Colefield, please get John to call me as soon as he comes in,
its essential he calls me straight away, alright? Straight away.”
Colefield, does he have your number?” Kerri hung up and dialled John
Bolton’s mobile number. His phone was switched off.
towards home and then changed direction, heading towards John’s flat.
He didn’t know if John still lived there. It didn’t matter he had to
check if only to have something to do so he wouldn’t think about what
Jack had told him. That the Code Vs were interested in John because of
their relationship. Despite his terror he found himself laughing.
“What bloody relationship?” Michael said aloud.
He drove the
rest of the distance to the flat where he and John Bolton had made
love what seemed a lifetime ago.
He parked the
car and turned off the engine a smothering blanket of dread settling
over him. He looked down at his hand still on the keys. He had only to
turn the key and drive away, get his passport head for the airport and
go. Go anywhere as long as it was away from the day to day terror he
was living, away from the moral torture of never knowing if he was on
the right side, away from the coldness and suspicion of the squad and
he realised, away from Kirsty, Francis, John and mostly Jack. Anyone
that was going to snare him and then twist his heart till all the love
and caring was extracted. The temptation passed driven away by
Michael’s innate sense of responsibility for others a sense that had
only been magnified by his time as a police officer.
pistol inside his jacket he left the car and walked to the entrance of
John’s building. Looking up he counted the floors to where he
remembered the flat would be. He was shocked to see a light showing in
what should be John’s apartment.
himself that of course John Bolton might well have moved somewhere
else since he had last been here or the other possibility that he
hadn’t previously considered, that John was now in a relationship with
someone. Perhaps he was getting hysterical for nothing, John could
have left him and come straight home and Michael was about to go and
knock on the door and likely get a punch in the face for his troubles.
He hoped that
the later was the case but knew that it wasn’t likely. Jack’s comments
about John were too deliberate not to add up to the threat they
implied. If John was by some chance safe for the moment it was
Michael’s task to convince him that this wouldn’t last. He was too
terrified to consider what he was going to have to do to get John back
if the vampires already had him.
He climbed the
stairs one hand in his jacket clutching his gun. He arrived at the
third floor. John’s front door was at the end of the hallway and
Michael could see that it was ajar, a faint light showing through it.
pistol he moved towards the door stopping just outside it. He could
hear breathing punctuated by soft moans. Code Vs didn’t breath Michael
reasoned whoever was inside was human. Using the muzzle of his gun he
slowly pushed the door open.
Moving down the
short hallway Michael turned the corner to enter what he remembered
was the living room.
pistol held out in front of him. Of all the scenarios he had imagined
confronting he was not prepared for this. Across the room Jack was
standing facing him, wearing his customary expensively tailored suit.
Jack was staring directly at Michael a smirk on his face. Kneeling in
front of him naked, with his face buried in Jack’s crotch, his head
moving up and down was John Bolton.
head harder onto his cock Jack said. “Come in Mike I hope you didn’t
mind me starting without you.”
Michael found his voice “Get away from him Jack.”
Jack pushed John’s head back off his penis and twisted him around so
that he was kneeling facing Michael. The policeman’s face was calm his
eyes staring blankly, his mouth smeared with saliva. Michael knew that
if Jack had bitten him John would be open to the vampire’s influence,
but judging by John’s unresponsive gaze there was something else
affecting his behaviour.
Michael tried not to see but was acutely aware of Jack’s hard cock
thrusting out of his open fly. Jack still smiling ran his hand over
the kneeling man’s close cropped, red hair.
“What have you done to him Jack?”
would think that was kind of obvious Mike” Jack said rubbing his
hard-on against the side of John’s head.
“What have you given him?” Michael said.
“I’m hurt to hear that you don’t think my charm would be enough to
entice the Sergeant, but you’re right I’ve given him an experimental
compound developed by our lab, it creates a state of complete
compliance. I’m sure you can imagine its useful applications for our
Michael was speechless as he considered the implications of this
development. After a minute he asked “Why Bolton?
“Now Mike you can’t say I never do anything for you, think of it as an
early Christmas present.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Michael yelled still holding
his gun on Jack.
“Bolton, I knew you wanted him so I got him for you and of course we
wanted to field test the new drug. Unfortunately I couldn’t resist
trying him out myself, you know me never one to resist a temptation.
Why don’t you put the gun away Mike you know you won’t use it.”
Jack was right. Even if Michael could bring himself to empty the
cartridge of carbon bullets into Jack the explosion could well kill
John. He lowered the gun to his side. Faster than his eye could
register it Jack had moved across the room and removed the gun from
“That’s better, now why don’t you come and enjoy your present” Jack
said pushing his still hard cock against Michael’s hip. “John come
here and help Michael get comfortable.”
John got to his feet and walked across the room and stood in front of
Michael. He reached out and pushed Michael’s jacket back off his
shoulders and then proceeded to undo Michael’s shirt.
Jack pulled Michael’s jacket and shirt down his arms and dropped them
to the floor. Michael closed his eyes as John pressed his naked body
jumped as he felt John’s lips cover his own, gently at first and then
with more insistence, forcing his tongue between Michael’s lips and
then spiralling around the soft lining of Michael’s mouth and over the
surface of his tongue. Michael could still feel the pressure of Jack’s
cock pressing against him. He could feel a hardness growing in his own
Just as Michael felt he was going to suffocate John removed his
mouth. He gasped in air as he felt John’s mouth close around his
right nipple, gently licking it at first and then nipping it with his
teeth. He was fully aroused now, his cock straining against the
confines of his black jeans.
John moved his attention to the other nipple and then Michael felt
John’s tongue sliding over his belly, through the light tracery of
black hair down to the waistband of his jeans. His belt buckle was
undone and the steel buttons of his fly were ripped open. He felt the
jeans pulled down over his hips to bunch around his thighs.
fleetingly attempted to focus on the situation he was in but it was
impossible with John licking and sucking at his engorged cock through
the now straining wet pouch of his white briefs. He now felt hands
sliding under the elastic waistband and clasping and kneading his
buttocks. Were they John’s hands or Jack’s?
The question broke through the heated imperative of his lust and
caused him to open his eyes.
“No” he shouted pushing John backwards sending him sprawling onto the
floor. He turned to find himself standing alone. Jack was gone.
pulled his jeans up and reached down and fumbled in his jacket for his
phone. Deliberately not looking at John he dialled.
“Vaughan I need backup.”
had told John to dress before Vaughan had arrived. They had then
driven him back to headquarters. After Michael had told Angie about
the drug and its effects she had taken blood samples and begun an
analysis as well as treating John for the bite.
Harmon had seemed to accept Michael’s explanation that the Code Vs
were interested in DS Bolton because of the Keever’s investigation.
However Michael sensed that the Jesuit never really accepted anything
on face value and that the leader of the squad would be watching him
even more closely now.
Vaughan Rice was another matter altogether he was openly suspicious
and had questioned Michael as to why he had been at John Bolton’s
flat. Michael had told him that John had called him after seeing him
at the Sun
station. He was counting on the fact that as part of his treatment for
the sake of squad security John would be given something by Angie to
blank out all memory of recent events.
After the debriefing with Harmon, Michael went to the infirmary to
check on John. Angie was adjusting the flow of liquid from a drip bag
hanging by the bed. She looked up as Michael entered and gave one of
her rare half smiles.
Michael moved to the side of the bed and looked down at the
unconscious man. “How is he?”
“He’s responding well, I imagine he’ll make a full recovery. The
compound that he was given seems to break down naturally over time so
for long term compliance the Code Vs would need to be administering
regular doses. We’ll know more after the full analysis. Is he a friend
Michael was immediately alert “We worked together some time ago, why
do you ask?”
“He mentioned your name a few times when he first came in, it sounded
like he knew you quite well.” She turned away and made some notes on a
chart and then left the room.
How much did Angie know, would she tell the others? Michael didn’t
think he could live like this much longer constantly suspicious and
constantly under suspicion.
reached down and gently stroked John’s cheek, he didn’t care if Angie
was watching on the monitor. He wouldn’t allow himself to think where
they might be now if he had made a different decision with John on his
knees in front of him. He leant forward and kissed the sleeping man on
the lips and left.
had been a busy three weeks since the night at John Bolton’s flat. The
squad had discovered high-level Code V infiltration of the Ministry of
Health and the London School of Economics. The Code V that had been
neutralised when Francesca Keevers was killed had been one of her
former Professors who had recently been holidaying in Brazil. Anthony
Keevers had been found not to have been involved however after the
investigation the Prime Minister announced that the Health Minister
was retiring to spend more time with his family as a result of his
daughter’s tragic death.
CID had closed the case. DS Bolton had returned to work after
recovering from a concussion suffered through a fall in the shower, of
which he had no memory.
Harmon was satisfied and the Squad would begin work on fresh
Michael had moved through the whole business in a state of emotional
shut down returning to his home every night and anaesthetising himself
After the final case meeting Michael left headquarters and found
himself driving to John’s flat. He parked the car and walked into the
park across the street from the block of flats. Finding a bench away
from the glow of the streetlights he sat down and looked up at John’s
window. The light was on and Michael could see the occasional blur of
a shadow moving past the window.
“So are you going to pay a visit?” Jack’s voice came from behind him.
Michael tensed but didn’t turn around or reach for his gun. Jack was
now sitting beside him.
After a minutes silence Michael asked without looking at Jack, his
voice sounding tired and flat “Why did you do it Jack, what was it
all for. Your lot have no interest in John Bolton, you could have
tested your new drug on anyone?”
“Mike I thought it was what you wanted, you’re so unhappy, so alone.”
The uncharacteristic gentleness in Jack’s voice caused Michael to
Michael’s lips formed a mirthless smile “You have absolutely no idea
do you, not a bloody clue?”
Jack a puzzled expression crossing his face said nothing.
“You were all I ever wanted Jack, I loved you, maybe I still do. I
could never have been happy with John that way. There was a chance
once but I blew it, I hurt him. Do you really think I could be with
him when he has no choice in it? I don’t think you understand what
love is, its not using someone to get what you want, the way you feed,
draining someone and then dropping them.”
Jack reached up and touched Michael’s face gently “I never dropped you
Mike, I want you to be happy. We could be together, we could leave all
this behind and go off on our own, we’d have the whole world,
silently for a few minutes; he lent forward and kissed Jack’s lips. He
pulled back and stood up “And all I‘d have to give up would be
everything I believe in and to become like you? No thanks Jack there
are some things that are worse than being alone.” He turned and
started walking towards the car. He stopped and turned around.
The bench was
empty, the park still save for a gentle breeze moving the branches of
the trees and scattering the fallen leaves.
“Goodbye Jack” Michael said softly as he turned and walked into the
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