Nora, assistant chief in the force, wondered again who
Fanahan had crossed, or who was afraid of him, or some information he
had or could get.
Sometimes at night alone, in her lonely bed, empty since
she had kicked her drunk of a partner out, she thought of Fanahan.
Did she hate him, or did she fancy him. As the men in her life could
attest – she liked a bit of rough, not rough sex, just a rake,
that's what her mother would have said. Nora finds rakes in any
dancehall in the countryside and tries to change them. Mother was
right: the danger beckoned to her. Maybe that was why she choose a
life in policing. God knows in her early career shd arrested enough
thugs, had enough interaction with criminals to cure her. Maybe it
did since it had been a long time since she found another rake
attractive. Fanahan was a rake, no doubt about that. Would she bed
him, younger and lower in rank than she was? Would he bed her? With
enough drink in him he would bed anyone. But not her it seems. When
they were younger and in the same station, but mostly when she was in
the station and Fanahan was out doing his detective work; at a party
one night another colleague asked Fanahan would he take Nora out. He
laughed out loud and offered an opinion that not even the tide would
take her out.
Was that why she tried to implicated him in the hacking?
No! It was because she had to work hard as a woman in the force to
get ahead, to a place where her ego and ambition thought she should
be. Fanahan on the other hand did f-all real work, real police work,
and kept landing on his feet. Imagine! Falling over a serial killer
dressed in drag and solving the biggest serial killer case ever in
Ireland..
Senior management wanted to promote him to
Superintendent Rank and give him a large team of detectives to
manage. While advancing up through the ranks Nora had buried a few
skeletons, or knew where others buried their dirty cases, ones where
the wrong criminal was in prison while police informers went free, to
inform again. She threatened people and the newly promoted Inspector
Fanahan was now doing a desk job. Now new procedures being considered
would give his jobs to a civilian. Then he would be back on the
streets.
But it might be that her interference and overstepping
her instructions on the hacking debacle, might be against her. She
was feeling a chill wind of a sideways move blowing.
The way to protect herself would be to discover who, in
what position in the Department Of Justice or Government were pulling
the strings. For that she might have to make serious peace with
Fanahan and use him.
While climbing the ranks, Nora was never adverse, to a
bit of coat-tailing. Taking credit for a subordinates' efforts.
At home one evening, alone, except for her companion
John Jameson she hatched a plan to protect herself, her position. The
attempt to smear Fanahan could find a route back to her, particularly
if the senior Commission needed a scapegoat. Her friend Jameson after
some time persuaded her she should find out why she was asked to get
Shambles, she liked that Shamus, Shamie, Shambo, Shambles, back to
his day job.
I
Wonder, is there any way, I can get him reporting to me on a special
project...
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