Only The Good Die Young, Book 1
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1 through F › The Bill
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,053
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0
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I do not own The Bill, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
Epilogue:
Katy sat in her cell at HMP Holloway. It had been three years since she had got sent down and every day she anticipated a visit from John. He had not been there in a month, which was unlike him, but Katy supposed that he was busy on a case and couldn’t make time to get up to north London to see her. She was missing him desperately. Every day she looked at a photograph of them both that was taken years ago, and remembered the touch of his hand, his lips upon hers, and his promise. The thought of his heart, with her, loving her, was what sustained her in this place. Katy closed her eyes and remembered the last time she saw him, a few more blonde flecks through his hair, and his eyes a bit more crinkly around the edges. She supposed that she had aged as well since being put inside, but she managed to take great care not to let herself go as so many of the poor girls inside this place did.
The screw walked by and dropped a newspaper into the cell. Katy walked over and gasped when she read the headline off of the floor and saw the photo.
METROPOLITAN POLICE OFFICER FOUND DEAD ON WASTEGROUND
Last night, the body of a male Metropolitan Police officer was found on a pile of rubble, at the Canley landfill down by the docklands. The body was identified as John Boulton, 39, a detective sergeant at Sun Hill station. Details are scarce but it is believed that Mr. Boulton was involved in a scuffle and somehow broke his neck, possibly by losing his footing.ief ief Superintendent Brownlow, at a press conference, went on record to say that he was “deeply saddened” by the loss of an officer the calibre of DS Boulton, and the police would stop at nothing to apprehend the person or persons who DS Boulton was struggling with at the time of his death. Mr. Boulton leaves behind his mother and father, who reside in Liverpool, a brother, Michael Boulton, who resides in Australia, and his fiancée, Claire Stanton, also a DS at Sun Hill. Police are seeking DS Don Beech, also of Sun Hill, for questioning in regards to the matter.
Katy let the page fall from her hands. She backed away, across her cell, hand to her mouth, not really seeing, not really feeling. John was dead. And engaged to another woman. John had fallen in love with another woman and was now dead. She would stand by his coffin and she would tend to his grave. She would be the legitimate, proper, sanctioned girlfriend, one that the job would permit him to have in life, and one that the job would permit him to be linked to in death. A month ago, the last time John visited her, he must have had her as a girlfriend then. John never mentioned it to Katy, and told her that he loved her and couldn’t wait for her to get out next year so they could start their own PI firm. All the while he was with this Claire.
‘It was so like him, though,’ Katy thought to herself, ‘He knew I was getting sent down and just couldn’t tell me. I suppose he couldn’t admit to having an affair on me either.’
Katy sat down on her bed. She laid backwards and felt the room spin, the realisation sink in. She couldn’t cry for John, because he had lied to her and betrayed her. She didn’t even feel angry with John, because one couldn’t make amends with the dead. But one could make amends with the living. Sitting upright, Katy pounded her fist against the wall. She knew what she was going to do.
“That bitch is going to pay for taking John away from me. I swear it.”
The end.
Katy sat in her cell at HMP Holloway. It had been three years since she had got sent down and every day she anticipated a visit from John. He had not been there in a month, which was unlike him, but Katy supposed that he was busy on a case and couldn’t make time to get up to north London to see her. She was missing him desperately. Every day she looked at a photograph of them both that was taken years ago, and remembered the touch of his hand, his lips upon hers, and his promise. The thought of his heart, with her, loving her, was what sustained her in this place. Katy closed her eyes and remembered the last time she saw him, a few more blonde flecks through his hair, and his eyes a bit more crinkly around the edges. She supposed that she had aged as well since being put inside, but she managed to take great care not to let herself go as so many of the poor girls inside this place did.
The screw walked by and dropped a newspaper into the cell. Katy walked over and gasped when she read the headline off of the floor and saw the photo.
METROPOLITAN POLICE OFFICER FOUND DEAD ON WASTEGROUND
Last night, the body of a male Metropolitan Police officer was found on a pile of rubble, at the Canley landfill down by the docklands. The body was identified as John Boulton, 39, a detective sergeant at Sun Hill station. Details are scarce but it is believed that Mr. Boulton was involved in a scuffle and somehow broke his neck, possibly by losing his footing.ief ief Superintendent Brownlow, at a press conference, went on record to say that he was “deeply saddened” by the loss of an officer the calibre of DS Boulton, and the police would stop at nothing to apprehend the person or persons who DS Boulton was struggling with at the time of his death. Mr. Boulton leaves behind his mother and father, who reside in Liverpool, a brother, Michael Boulton, who resides in Australia, and his fiancée, Claire Stanton, also a DS at Sun Hill. Police are seeking DS Don Beech, also of Sun Hill, for questioning in regards to the matter.
Katy let the page fall from her hands. She backed away, across her cell, hand to her mouth, not really seeing, not really feeling. John was dead. And engaged to another woman. John had fallen in love with another woman and was now dead. She would stand by his coffin and she would tend to his grave. She would be the legitimate, proper, sanctioned girlfriend, one that the job would permit him to have in life, and one that the job would permit him to be linked to in death. A month ago, the last time John visited her, he must have had her as a girlfriend then. John never mentioned it to Katy, and told her that he loved her and couldn’t wait for her to get out next year so they could start their own PI firm. All the while he was with this Claire.
‘It was so like him, though,’ Katy thought to herself, ‘He knew I was getting sent down and just couldn’t tell me. I suppose he couldn’t admit to having an affair on me either.’
Katy sat down on her bed. She laid backwards and felt the room spin, the realisation sink in. She couldn’t cry for John, because he had lied to her and betrayed her. She didn’t even feel angry with John, because one couldn’t make amends with the dead. But one could make amends with the living. Sitting upright, Katy pounded her fist against the wall. She knew what she was going to do.
“That bitch is going to pay for taking John away from me. I swear it.”
The end.