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Chapter 3
30th April
The flat, that I shared with my girl fiend, Kate, was small, or bijou as
I preferred to call it. We had one bedroom, a small kitchenette, a tiny
bathroom and what passed as a sitting room. Our combined income just
about made it affordable. That was the bad news, the good news was that
it was in Richmond, OK, the less fashionable bit, but still Richmond.
I was home before 6.30pm and it took me less than half an hour to tidy
the flat. Kate would not be home till gone nine o' clock so I spent a
happy half hour or so in the pub before cooking dinner. Now, I have to
admit, I am a treasure, doing the cooking, cleaning, and ironing There
are few domestic appliances that scare me.
Kate crashed in from her shift at the hospital sharp at nine, still in
her nurse's uniform. I had our meal and a glass of wine for her, ready,
shortly afterwards.
"How was day one of your time with the serious crime team?"
"Mixed, the boss is out of a 1980's crime drama. If he were much more
politically incorrect, he would be buddies with Donald Trump. He told me
that he did not like me right from the outset. At least I know where I
stand."
"What about the rest of the team?"
"I sit next to a very large lump of humanity called Dickie Dixon. He
doesn't seem to be the sharpest intellect, but he is friendly and
pleasant. My immediate boss is a sergeant, Fran Waters, she seems nice,
early thirties, single, very sharp and well respected by all the others.
The other sergeant is Aneesha Irani, I can't work out where her family
originates from, but she has a broad Yorkshire accent. She does wear
trousers but doesn't wear a headscarf. She is definitely Moslem and very
clever. I would reckon she must be late twenties. I could not pick up
whether she was married. The other DC is Gadadhara Badal or Gaddy as he
is called. I didn't get to meet him yet. They seem a decent crowd, with
the exception of the DCI."
"Any interesting cases on the go?"
"We have a murder case that is causing some grief. Some poor sad cross
dresser seems to have had his head caved in by a religious fanatic."
"Why should a cross dresser be sad, he might have been a happy cross
dresser?"
"True, his wife, friends, family and employers were unaware. He had been
visiting a club in London, where he dressed as a woman and had sex with
men. That might have made him a happy cross dresser. The end result,
though, was getting his head caved in."
"What did he look like as a woman?"
"Difficult to tell, because we only saw the corpse, but the person who
found him thought he was a young woman."
"Right, let's have another glass of wine and then you can demonstrate to
me what a clever lover a new member of the serious crime team can be."
Even though our shift times varied and were often out of sinc, we tried
to make sure that we went to bed together, whenever we could.
1st May
In the morning I left Kate sleeping and crept out early. I was in the
office well before eight, but I seemed to be the last one in. There was
an air of urgency and action in the office. There had been another body.
It had been discovered the day before, but it wasn't until the L20-13,
carved in the chest of the body was seen, that it was linked with our
case. Only then, had the boss had been contacted.
The boss and Aneesha had gone to the crime scene. It was a studio flat in
Earl's Court that had been used for prostitution. The victim had already
been identified as John Vickers also known as Tracy. The victim lived
full time as a woman. She had undergone breast enhancement surgery, but
still had most of her male genitalia. SOCO were processing the flat now.
The victim's phone and computer were missing but there was a mess of
evidence cluttering the victim's room. The first thing that had caught
the boss's eye, was a flier for the "ladies" night at Sparkles.
DS Waters came out of the chief's office.
"Right you lot, briefing now, so gather round, here comes the boss."
"Well, we have been blessed with another bloody tranny. This one was
found less than two miles away from the first. The body had been there
some time, the Doctor estimates about four days. It was the smell that
caused the neighbours to contact the agent. When the original team went
in, they thought that they were dealing with a female prostitute. The Doc
straightened them out. This tranny had the L20-13 carved into her left
boob. We know the name, John Vickers, the age, 27, and, at this point,
not much else. I think it was clear that Vickers had been working as a
prostitute. We need to find if he had a pimp, or worked through an
agency. We need to find out his link with Sparkles.
As soon as we have any of the forensic evidence processed, we need to
follow up on that. We need to find any CCTV that covers the area. We need
to find out who Vickers is, get his phone records, find any associates
and trace any family. We need his medical records, anything from HMRC,
any bank details and every dammed thing you can find out. Aneesha, you
can come with me to that bloody Sparkles place and we can see if he was
recognised there. Right DS Waters will hand out tasks. Get on with it."
"Right, Dickie phones and CCTV, Gaddy financials and family, Mike any
prostitution links and any medical records, including the boob job."
I wasn't sure where to start. How do you track down where a person's
medical records are kept? I just started to work through all the local
surgeries. Some were more helpful than others. I had to convince them
that I was a policeman first, before they would let me know if they had
anyone on their books fitting the name and description. I hit pay dirt
after contacting my nineteenth surgery. The doctor agreed to see me at
closing time to fill me in with the details.
I then started on the escort sites. There were far more than I ever
imagined. I had a SOCO photo of the victim, a bit gruesome, but at least
it gave me a clue. After looking at the first twenty sites, I was amazed
at how many beautiful transgender Escorts there were. There were also
quite a few that would have given me nightmares if I had met them on a
dark night. There seemed to be two clear types, the ones who made a big
thing about still possessing their male appendage and the ones who
advertised their soft femininity. The vast majority of those, who
advertised their male parts, were from eastern Europe. After several
hours, I had identified five escorts who could be John Vickers. There was
one who called himself Tracy, but the likeness was not 100% convincing.
It would appear that some agencies just provided a website portal,
through which you contacted the escort directly. Others acted as a filter
and you booked through the agency. I supposed one system charged an
advertising fee and the other a booking fee. The agency that looked to be
promoting Tracy was one of the latter and was extremely reluctant to talk
to me at all. Their offices were in Hounslow, so I thought that I would
call in there, before visiting the surgery. My last task was to find out
about implants. It seemed that many implants had maker's codes on them.
With any luck, I would be able to track that down after the autopsy.
The agency was based in a semi detached house. The woman who ran the
agency, obviously did so from her home. She was very reluctant to invite
me in and said that she could not give me any information because of the
data protection act. She did confirm that the Tracy on her books, was
based in Earl's Court and she did provide me with Tracy's contact phone
number. I decided to cut my losses and get a warrant for the information
about her bookings. I made Dickie's day by contacting him with the number
Vickers used for his escort work.
The doctor was much more helpful when we met. After I had confirmed that
Vickers had been murdered, she was happy to give me details. She had a
next of kin recorded, who she thought was Vickers' sister, she had a
London address. Vickers had been on hormones on and off. It seemed that,
although, he/she had expressed an intention to fully transition. She kept
changing her mind. The doctor thought that the functioning male genetalia
was important for her work as a transgender prostitute. It was clear that
she wanted to fully transition, but needed to earn enough to pay for it.
The implants had been inserted three years before but the doctor did not
know where they were done. There was a record of sexually transmitted
diseases but Vickers had avoided HIV. Regular attendance at the pox
clinic was on the records.
I let DS Waters know about the sister and brought her up to date with my
other information. I asked whether there was anything else she wanted me
to do before knocking off for the day. DS Waters told me to get on home,
but be in for 7.30 the following morning.
I was quite pleased with my first proper day's work on the team. Kate
benefited from my bounce and good cheer that evening.
Chapter 4
2nd May
The morning briefing was fairly up beat, but the boss made his
frustrations with Sparkles painfully clear.
"Well the bad news is that the bunch of wierdos that go to Sparkles are a
useless bloody crowd. They are not giving us any cooperation at all. I
would like to drag every last one of them in and bung them in the cells
until they started giving us some useful information. We didn't get any
information on Vickers activities in the club.
The good news is that Dickie has managed to trace some of Vickers
clients, bloody perverts. Our first task is to interview those that we
have traced. I will go with Gaddy, DS Irani will take Dickie and DS
Waters can have our new boy. We need to get the ones we have traced,
interviewed as soon as possible and then review.
It is clear that Vickers was a busy little pervert. Gaddy has traced his
bank details and it would appear that Vickers had quite a nest egg of
over ?15000 in the bank. If he made that on the game, he either had a
busy time or generous clients.
DS Waters will be attending the autopsy later and can take the new boy
for a blooding.
We have nothing new on the other case, so we have to hope that something
breaks with our new victim. Right lets have a quick update from each of
the others of you starting with DS Irani."
With that the Chief perched himself on a desk and listened to the rest of
the briefing. He seemed a bit happier now that he had some new leads to
follow.
Later that morning I attended my first autopsy. DS Waters gave me some
Vick to smear just under my nose and I was hugely thankful for that. The
smell was awful before we started. When the body was opened up, it got a
lot worse. Seeing someone's insides was not a pleasant experience. I
managed to keep my breakfast down, but only just.
We learnt that Vickers had been dead about four days, which meant that
the murder had probably taken place on Wednesday 26th or Thursday 27th
April. Vickers had been drug free but had shown signs of heavy use of
alchohol. I got the code number of his implants and there were signs that
Vickers had caused some damage to liver and kidneys with his hormone
usage. He showed signs of significant wear and tare from his sexual
activities. He had not eaten for a long while before he had been killed.
He had suffered a severe blow to the rear of his skull with what might
have been a hammer and his wrists had been tied with a cable tie, in
front of him. Death had probably been instantaneous.
Other than that he was a healthy 27 year old.
Our efforts to track and interview his clients proved to be an uphill
battle. It was clear that he had worked most days and had more than one
client on some days. From his bank records, his income seems to have been
around ?1000-?2000 a week. If he earned around ?100-?150 an hour, then
that was anything from 10-20 hours a week. His outgoings were fairly
steep, but from his bank records, he was clearly saving for something,
probably his sexual re assignment.
Vickers phone records showed that, over the last three weeks of his life,
he had spoken to or texted over forty people. Of those we were able to
trace less than twenty. Of the twenty, only nine were resident in the UK.
We managed to get the addresses of those nine and, over the next few days
interviewed them all. They were a motley collection. One was Russian,
living in London, with a taste for the unusual in his sex life. Two were
Saudi Arabian, one was Italian, one was Lebanese and the remainder were
UK citizens. Five were married and living with their wives. Two were
openly gay. None had been with Vickers in the three days before 26th
April. It was assumed that to be the day of the murder, because there had
been no outgoing phone traffic on 27th.
Whilst all of the nine were ideal suspects for the murder, all of them
had cast iron alibis. The boss even speculated whether there had been a
third party hired to do the killing. Blackmail was speculated as a
motive, but it only proved possible to get the banking records of one of
the nine and they showed no activity that would indicate paying bribes.
Vickers' sister provided us with another phone contact phone number which
provided a small number of new contacts. Four of them proved to be other
escorts who Vickers was friendly with and two were boyfriends. All of
these contacts were pursued and none bore any fruit. The main boyfriend
seemed a good suspect for a while, but he had been in Scotland, for the
key dates, and could account for his time.
None of the forensic data moved us further forward. There were three
matches of DNA found in the flat against the national data base, but all
were dead leads.
After two weeks of frantic activity and long hours we were no further
forward. We knew a lot more about both Johns and Vickers lives, but we
were no closer to finding a viable suspect. The team were getting very
frustrated and the boss was getting more and more bad tempered.
Chapter 6
11th May
"Right young Tregeddin, I have finally thought of how you can be of some
use to the team. We are getting nowhere with the weirdo crossdressing
crowd. They won't co-operate in the slightest. They won't talk to us at
all. It's their own downfall. Personally, I would be happy if the
preacher man keeps knocking them off, but the Super is making my life
uncomfortable.
We need to get someone on the inside that they will talk to. This is
where you come in. I want you to become a pretty little cross dresser and
become a regular at Sparkles. It will suit you down to the ground, you
look a right nancy boy anyway."
"What, you are joking, aren't you boss. You can't ask me to do that."
"No, of course I can't and I would deny ever having done so. You can have
the clever idea all on your own and then come to me and tell me about it.
Of course, I wouldn't dream of agreeing to it, but you will persuade me
that it is worth trying. I will try to dissuade you, but you will be
adamant. You will also make it clear to the rest of the team and the
Superintendent, that it is entirely your idea. You are the only one of
the team that has not been seen by any of the Sparkles mob."
"Not a chance boss, you can't make me."
"You are right, of course, I can't make you, but I can discover some
totally inappropriate behaviour of yours, that will cause me to give you
a damming first report, that should end your career. I have already set a
trail of evidence for DS Waters to find. You have little time to
volunteer before I arrange for the evidence to be discovered. Now get
your arse out of here and decide to come back soon and volunteer. Fuck
off Tregidden."
I was stunned. I knew the bastard didn't like me, but this was
ridiculous. He couldn't expect me to get all dressed up in drag and go
off to the trannie club. I would refuse. What could he possibly concoct
that would get me in trouble? I could not talk to any of the team, they
would not believe me. I needed to talk it through with Kate, she has a
way of sorting out the impossible.
I kept my head down for the rest of the day, trying to track down
contacts that Vickers and Johns might have had.
When I told Kate about my problem, that evening, she just laughed.
"I think you would look perfectly lovely. When are you getting your first
frock? Can I come shopping with you? Will you share your jewellery with
me? When are you getting your ears pierced? I am not going to let you
wear my underwear, you will have to get your own."
"Be serious Kate."
"I am."
"No for God's sake, that bastard could ruin me. I really don't know what
to do. I don't know how he intends to screw me up, but I have a strong
feeling that he could do it. I was asking around and I found out that a
young DC, who got on the wrong side of him, was dismissed from the force
two years ago, for inappropriate use of force computers and for sending
confidential information to the press. The guy protested his innocence,
but the evidence was indisputable. The guy happened to be a young, fast
track DC."
"Are you for real on this? Are you taking the threats seriously?"
"Too right I am. I can't let that bastard wreck my career before I start.
What should I do?"
"Well, the first thing to look at, is what would be involved."
"I'm not sure. I suppose that I would have to go along to some of the
Monday and/or Tuesday sessions, get dressed up in drag and get chatting
to the people who go there. I suppose there may be other meeting places
to go to as well. I may need to find out about the escort business."
"So what is the problem with that?"
"Bloody hell, where do I start? First, I would have to get some women's
clothes. I suppose, I would need make up and, probably, a wig. I would
need to get women's shoes. I would need a convincing story of why I was
there and what my background was. I would need to get dressed up and not
look a total freak. All that pales into insignificance, against what
would happen to my reputation. As soon as it was known, in the force,
that I had gone under cover in drag, my reputation would be shot, I would
never live it down."
"What if you could do it without your colleagues finding out, or maybe
only one or two, who are sworn to silence?"
"It's the bloody Police Force, everything is found out. Well, maybe the
odd bit of corruption gets through, but definitely no juicy gossip."
"If you think that the Chief can really set you up, then you only have
two choices, you go undercover or you see what the chief comes up with,
and hope you can fight it. There could be a positive from going
undercover. You could crack the case. Two murders solved by a DC, fresh
out of probation, now that would be a coup."
"Yeah, that is assuming that I solve the case."
"What do you think about wearing women's clothes anyway, as a matter of
interest?"
"It is not a subject I have ever thought about."
"Have you never tried on women's clothes?"
"No, never."
"Not even tried on a pair of knickers?"
"No."
"Goodness, you are a strange young man. I thought all boys tried on some
women's clothes at some stage. What do you think about men who wear
women's clothes?"
"That's up to them, they can do what they like. I suppose it hurts no
one."
"What about those two that were murdered, they were both having sex with
men?"
"That is entirely up to them."
"I reckon that you should not rule out going under cover. Think about it
over night."
Chapter 7
17th May
"Right team, I have had an extremely unpleasant meeting with the
superintendent. She is convinced that we are dragging our feet on this
case and she is not happy. The commander and her, are having a meeting
with local MPs and representatives of the LGBT community, bunch of
wierdos. There is talk of putting a new team onto these cases. We have
made little or no progress in the last three weeks. I want all of you to
double your efforts and get some results. Now fucking get on with it.
Aneesha, I want you to do another troll round the country to see if there
have been any other similar cases. Fran, I want you to go back over all
the known contacts for the two and see if you can find any link. Gaddy, I
want you to go to Johns' work place and see if we can find any new leads
there. Dickie, I want you to go over all the phone data again. Mike go
over the escort links for both men again and track down any contacts.
Right get on with it. Oh, Dickie, get a photo of both and go back to
Sparkles, see if you can find any link between the two."
With that, the Chief left us to our tasks and left the office.
"What do you think Dickie, progress has been non existent."
"Yes, and if we don't make some progress soon, the chief will see his
balls hanging from the Super's door knocker. I have heard that she is
getting a massive amount of flack from up above. Our failure to solve a
crime, affecting the LGBT community is not going down well. A little bird
told me that the Chief is on borrowed time. It is a month since the first
murder and we have nothing. I reckon he must be desperate."
Over the course of the day, I found a couple of Escort links, but when I
followed them up, it was clear that there was nothing new.
When the boss got back to the office, he was called up to a meeting with
the Super and the Commander. As he returned to his office, he looked
ashen and had aged ten years. On the way past me, he beckoned me into his
office.
"Right, shut the fucking door and sit down. I have not got the time to
bugger about so I will tell you straight. It may be my last act as a
Chief Inspector, but if you do not volunteer to go undercover as a
trannie by tomorrow lunchtime, DS Waters will have some very interesting
evidence, about you, appear. It will have nothing to do with me, but it
will be so bad that she will not be able to ignore it. You will be toast.
I need someone inside the trannie world and it's going to be you. I have
nothing to lose, but you do. I have been told that if I do not make some
progress my days here will soon end. Now fuck off."
The rest of the day passed in a daze. I knew he was desperate, but how
desperate. When I got home, I needed to talk to Kate.
"Hallo love, how was your day, mine was awful."
"What happened."
"The boss got his balls chewed off today. He has been told that if he
makes no progress he is out. I think there must have been other problems
before, but he was white as a sheet when he got back from the meeting
with the Commander, so he has given me until lunchtime tomorrow to
volunteer to go underground. I don't think he is bluffing."
"Oh well, my boyfriend is about to become my girlfriend, that will be
different."
"It's not funny."
"Well it is a bit. We can have a bit of fun working out a back story for
you and getting you some gear. How soon does he want all this to start?"
"Well it is Friday tomorrow and the first Trannie night at Sparkles is
Monday. I suspect that he will want me there then."
"That would give us the weekend to go shopping. I think you need to get
two or three points agreed. First, you need to have a free rein to
investigate, without having to keep going in to the office. Second, you
need to have one contact with whom you liaise. Who do you reckon would be
best?"
"DS Waters is the best choice, I think."
"Third, you need a budget for clothes and incidentals. Fourth, you need
to be sure that the Superintendent knows what is happening and that she
agrees with it. What do you think?"
"I am really not happy with the idea."
"Don't be silly, it could be a bit of fun. You will discover something
about a strange different world and if you crack the case, it will do you
the power of good."
"I'm still not convinced. There is no way that I would look anything
other than ridiculous in drag."
"I don't know. You aren't much taller than me. You can't be much more
than 5 foot eight, if that. Your face isn't too butch. You don't have a
sticky out Adam's Apple. You have nice legs. You are not heavy built and
you do not have chunky shoulders, your hips aren't too thin. I think we
could make you look presentable."
"I think, to be on the safe side, I want to talk to DS Waters first, then
if the chief turns round and shafts me, it will look suspicious."
Chapter 8
18th May
"You're in early this morning Mike, you nearly beat me. The boss isn't in
yet."
"I wanted to have a quiet word with you before the boss gets in. I have
had an idea how we might make some progress with this case. We can't get
anywhere with the trannie crowd, because they are so suspicious of us. We
can't find out who the potential suspects are because that world is a
closed book to us. I thought, that if we had someone inside that world,
then we could start to make progress."
"Yes, great idea, but as far as we know, we do not have any cross
dressers on the force, who we can use."
"That is where my idea comes in. To get someone on the inside, they do
not have to be established cross dressers. It could be someone who is
pretending to come out as a cross dresser for the first time. It could be
someone new to the scene."
"Yes but who could we get to do that?"
"Me."
"What, are you a cross dresser?"
"No, but I could pretend to be. I could go to evenings at Sparkles and
get to know the crowd. I don't have to be an expert, I just have to go as
a beginner. I could also get to know the links with other clubs and find
out who lives in the trannie world."
"Yes, that's not such a daft idea, it could work."
"I have done some thinking about it. If I went ahead, I would need the
agreement of the Chief and the Super. I would need someone on the team to
liaise with, hopefully you. I would need to be full time on the task. I
would want my role to be kept under wraps and I would need a bit of a
budget."
"No time like the present, let's go and talk to the boss."
With that, she knocked on the chief's door and marched in.
"Boss, young Tregidden has had a bright idea and I think it might work.
You know that we have been getting nowhere with the trannie community,
well Tregidden has thought of a solution. He reckons that he could go
under cover in the trannie community and start to find out what the hell
is going on. We would need to be discrete. We could tell the rest of the
team that he had a major family problem and had to take special leave. I
could liaise with him. Once he is on the inside, he can find out names
and contacts. We might finally find out what the buggers have been up to.
We might find out who the people praying on this community are. We would
need the Super's agreement and a budget. We will need to cover clothes,
accessories, travel and accommodation. It could give us the breakthrough
we need. We can find out about the trannie sex trade and we can hopefully
find out who Frank Johns had been mixing with. What do you think?"
It was clear that the Chief thought that I had pulled a fast one, getting
cover from Waters and the Super, plus getting a free hand to operate as I
saw fit. He had little option but to go along with it. Once he had talked
to the Super it was agreed. I could claim expenses on receipts and DS
Waters would be my contact. I arranged to meet with her on the Monday
morning and got back to ploughing through data for the rest of the day.
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