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|Investigator part one (standard:other, 79677 words)|
|Author: Anonymous||Added: Apr 18 2014||Views/Reads: 1873/2287||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Part one of a continuing story... This story is not pornographic. It does however contain adult situations and language nothing worse than you would see or bBritish TV|
Day 1 There was a soft rain falling on his five acre mini farm. Edward Alexander had worked for twenty five years to scrape together the money to buy the small piece of dirt in rural Virginia. The house was old and needed a lot of work, but that had always been his retirement plan. For most of his twenty five years on the job, he had lived in a cheap studio apartment in one town or another. He had worked on the local Police Department for the first ten years. In that Department he worked himself up to Detective First Grade. There was quite a turnover in a town of 200k, so advancement wasn't all that hard for a stay at home cop. Edward (Eddie) was a straight arrow, by the book cop. It was probably the reason that when the State Police took over small town departments, his assessment read like a boring text book. He was however deemed a competent and necessary part of the department. With the take over his pay jumped a few percentage points, so like the others he didn't complain too loudly. The take over also meant huge improvements in the work. They were at least touted as huge improvements, there were surly huge investments in new technology and equipment. The new structure lasted the next ten years. The powers that be, whoever the hell they were, one day deemed it necessary for all Police have the ability to communicate with each other. Not only would they be more efficient but by combining the management there would be a huge saving to the taxpayers. So after twenty years Eddie became a Federal Police Inspector for his last five years. The title meant absolutely nothing except another small raise to make it all more palatable. Which explained why after twenty five years on his last day people had gathered in the conference room. They were there to say goodbye to a Deputy Chief Inspector with the Homicide Division of the Federal Police. As a final joke on the humorless guest of honor, they chose coffee and donuts to send him on his way. The people who gathered in the small crowded room were other Detectives, Office Personnel, and Criminalists. Eddie Alexander had no friends or family to invite. The Chief inspector of the Homicide Unit had spoke to his assembled worker bees. Chief: You all know Eddie Alexander. He is probably the steadiest of all my detectives. Which is not to say he is unimaginative. He is simply relentless in his attention to detail. He is one of those rare men who can see the small picture and doesn't give a damn for the big picture. You know we call you Steady Eddie. Sometimes it sounds derogatory but it isn't at all. Other people run around screaming the sky is falling but he just finds a brace to hold it up. So here is to you Eddie, may you find a soft place to land after your fall from great heights. The Chief handed Eddie the coffee in a disposable plastic cup. Had he been given a choice, he would have called in sick on his last day and avoided the stupid farewell completely. Eddie: Thanks boss. Eddie took the cup and went back to his seat. Chief: Talk about a man of few words. The others assembled giggled like school kids. Eddie had never been an exciting guy in his personal life. Eddie had never thought much about any of them. Eddie was in fact a confirmed bachelor with no true friends. He had lots of people who liked and respected him, but no close friends at all. Eddie had cleaned out his desk and turned his case files over to his Click here to read the rest of this story (10891 more lines)
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