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Heads or Tails.

Response have taken one of the Britannia Estate’s ex-residents in for a short spell of  B & B on the queen.  They have found out his new abode and are in the process of sorting out the relevant consents to carry out a search. After a while they arrive but do not have the necessary trade to sort out what is preventing them from gaining access to begin the search.  They leave a spotter and return to base to await for the cavalry to arrive.

Its Thursday lates, at the nick where I used to work before my transition into all things canine. The nick where there was once a bar. The psychological scars from the inflatable sheep  still remain.

I am shocked. Lates used to parade about twenty-five, now there are just……………..three.  Four if you include the spotter left outside the address. Where have they gone ?

Well I know that one went to the dog section.  I know at least two got promoted.

The rest ?

Now on the targeting squads, presumably,  so the CTCC  can be seen to hit its targets and concentrate on the frequent offenders in an effort to try to reduce whatever the chosen crime is this month.

We have the necessary brief and then set out to return to join the spotter.

I put the key in the door to be greeted by some teeth on the inside and a great deal of space behind. They want to make sure there is only one target. Either me or my oppo. I called heads and got the noose. As we entered, the savagery from within beat a hasty retreat to the safety of  what I can only describe as……………something that was once a kitchen. A device underneath a lot of other stuff showed evidence that it may have once been a cooker. What I consider to be a fridge will be left for a long dark and windswept night.

This dog is scared at the arrival of strangers. Probably aggravated by the faces squashed at the windows that suddenly retreated as its barks and growls grew more savage.

Within a few seconds the beast is my friend and on a lead. It growls as response enter so I praise it and reassure it that everything will be OK.  There is food in the place, food for the dog that is. There is a bowl of water on the floor. There are dog chews, toys and some reasonably good quality bedding.

The resident from the Britannia Estate may treat himself like shite but at least he looks after his dog. That is about the only small relief I can find.

The search is a success and I await the arrival of ‘a mate’ who will take care of the dog.  The dog clearly knows ‘a mate’ so he must be a regular visitor.  

After retrieving my lead we all head back to base. I speak to someone else I recognise from my time there. I can catch up with stories of where everyone has gone, who is still here and who has moved. Most of the few faces I see I do not recognise.

I am still trying to work out how they can cope in a City nick with 4 & 1 on lates when we used to often struggle with 25 & 3 & 1.  I didn’t know that crime had reduced that much.

Clearly there is a bigger picture out there somewhere in the CTCC.


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