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The Undercover Detective part 7
June 8th
Friday and we were back in the shop. Another hair removal session and my
beard almost gone. There was nothing to shave now, worth talking about.
My mornings and evenings had included a hair brushing and skin care
routine now for some time. The routines were starting to pay off. I was
getting fast and expert at my make up and female behaviour was becoming
second nature.
The day flew by, with me helping several, want to be, cross dressers. I
helped with gaffs, wigs, corsets and sundry other clothes and toys. I was
able to show customers the benefit of a tight corset, with my own, now,
giving me a 25 inch waist. I was finding the waist was slimmer now when I
took the corset off. I had lost about half a stone and Sue and I had been
doing an exercise routine for half an hour a day. I was fit and looking
good.
I had my first interesting nibble on one of the web sites. After more
silly contacts, I had someone in the chat room enquire whether I wanted
to be saved from sin.
- I am a lost soul-
- Do you want to find a way out of sin?-
- I do not know what to do. I am drawn to be a woman. I can not fight
it.-
- I can help you.
- How?
- I can show you a path. I can help cleans you.-
- What do I need to do-
- Pray-
- I do not know how. Can you teach me?-
- I will try.-
The chat went on for nearly an hour. In the end I said that I had to go,
but asked him to be on the same site for a chat the following day at the
same time. He promised that he would be there.
I was totally drained by the time I signed off. I was not sure that this
was our man, but he fitted everything that we knew so far. I thought long
and hard about how I could get him to agree to a meeting. I thought that
my best plan was a two pronged attack. On the one hand, I would confess
that I found it difficult to resist sex with men and on the other I would
plead for his help in teaching me to pray. I needed to get him to agree
to meet. I thought that the best way was to say that I was living alone
and get him to meet me in my flat.
Sue knew that I was on a chat room call and assumed that I was making
contacts for a boy friend. She interrupted several times with suggestions
about how I could trap a suitable man. In one way, she was a bloody
nuisance, but she was helping keep me from freaking out with my exchanges
with the freak.
I phoned Fran and explained my plan. She was excited by the potential
breakthrough, but cautious about the plan. It would need approval at a
senior level because of the manpower needed to make it work. It also
required technology and most of all, it required clearance for me to act
as a lure. One of the things that we would need to arrange was a bedsit
or small flat for me to pretend was mine. The flat or bedsit needed to be
in the area, where I was sure that the killer lived. Fran agreed to get
DS Irani's support in the morning and then put the plan to the big
chief., bypassing the DCI.
Mary and I had a quiet night while Sue went out clubbing. Sue arrived
back late and came and snuggled in with me. I was grateful for the
company, because I was still spooked from the contact with the suspect.
June 9-10
Sue and I went clothes shopping in the morning. I now had cash to spend
and a very limited wardrobe. I spent almost all my earnings on skirts,
dresses, tops, underwear, a bikini, stockings, tights and much more. My
limited wardrobe nearly doubled. This would all be a waste when I went
back to being a male detective constable. What the hell, it was fun.
When we got back to Mary's, we spent the rest of the afternoon working on
our tans. When the afternoon turned into evening, I went to the chat room
and, soon after, the creep appeared. I spent another hour in a disturbing
dialogue. He called himself Gabriel, but I was sure that was a pseudonym.
He tried to get me to give him my mobile number and my address but I
refused saying that I was too ashamed. Once I ended the chat, I was again
feeling very spooked. Mary noticed my agitation and pressed me, to find
out what the problem was. I fudged the issue and had a quiet night
reading.
On Sunday, we had a function to serve as maids, but the event was over by
three and we had cleared up and returned to Mary's by four. There was
time for an hour in the sun and then it was my turn to make diner.
After diner it was time to chat with Gabriel. I confessed to having sex
with a man and pleaded for his help to get me back to the straight and
narrow. He was pressing me for my address and phone number. It was a
scary exchange. I knew that I was leading him on but it was upsetting.
I needed Sue's cuddles that night.
Monday was a quiet day. We spent time in the shop and I tried to relax.
When I spoke to Fran, she said that she and DS Irani had been able to
talk to the Superintendent, who had expressed interest in the idea. The
Super wanted to clear it with his boss.
I had another chat with Gabriel, which unsettled me. I had the feeling
that if I did not lure him in soon, he would find another prey.
June 12th
I took an hour off to meet Fran at her request. She was looking worried
when we met.
"Well Mandy, the Super is keen for you to carry out the subterfuge to
trap our murderer. I am not happy with you being used as bait. This man
has killed three times that we know of and will be seeing you as his next
target.
"We have found a suitable bedsit above a shop, in the right area. That
will be your home. It is basic but sufficient. We are going to install
listening devices and we have managed to get hold of the adjoining
bedsit. The whole building is a wreck and has been condemned, though some
rooms are still in use. We are going to install a camp bed, chair, TV,
electric kettle and a little fridge. It will be very basic, but all that
you need.
"There will be two officers in the next bedsit. They are going to make a
spy hole to watch your door. There will be another two officers watching
from across the road in the store room above a shop. There is no rear
entrance to your place, so our man will need to go through the front
door.
"You are going to be wired up so that we can communicate with you. I will
be one of the team watching you and we shall be taking shifts. This is a
big operation, so I hope we will trap our man. I need you to go to this
address for three this afternoon and we will fix you up with your comms.
Any questions."
"I will need internet links."
"You can use your own laptop and there is an internet hotspot that you
can piggyback. We have checked it and it works OK."
"What about phones?"
"By all means use your phone, but don't phone him and don't give him your
number. We expect him to make an approach to you fairly quickly. He
hasn't killed for some time. Let him know your address this evening and
we will be there watching."
"What do you want me to do after I have given him my address?"
"Sit tight and wait for us to intercept him. We should be able to get him
as he comes to your door. If he is just some strange religious nut, fine,
we haven't lost anything."
We chatted on for a while as I got up to date with news from the station.
DS Irani was now DI Irani and the chief was now off sick. It was rumoured
that he was trying to get an ill health, early retirement. The bastard
that had got me in to this was now on his way out.
When I got back to the shop I asked Mary for a private chat.
"Mary, I am going to need to take most of the afternoon off and I will be
stopping out overnight. I might not be back for a couple of days."
"So you are the young under cover police officer. I thought you must be."
"What!"
"I had been giving my friend, the Commander, a lot of stick about the
lack of action on cases relating to Trans people in London. I was most
scathing about the murder enquiry and the performance of that disgusting
Chief Inspector who was in charge. He told me that there was an
undercover officer in the Trans community but would give me no details.
He also said that the Chief Inspectors days were numbered.
I was sure that you were the one. It was fortunate that I offered you a
place here. It is also good that I put you with Sue. I suspected that Sue
would get you bedded in quickly. She has a lot of experience in
transition and she is a force of nature.
You have been pretty good in not being too obvious with your questioning
and you have been accepted very quickly. You nearly gave yourself away
with Sue, when that creep she told you about, was arrested so quickly.
Thankfully, she thought it was a coincidence."
"Wow, please Mary this must be kept under wraps."
"No problem, I suspected that you started off with no inclination to
become a woman. Your attitude has changed quickly. I think that you found
out something about yourself that was a big surprise."
"Yes, it has been a huge surprise."
"When this adventure is over, we need to sit and talk about whatever you
want to do next. Don't rush anything and don't dismiss anything. Have you
got any family?"
"I have a mother and an older sister."
"Do they know what you are doing?"
"No."
"You are going to need to talk to them."
We talked on for a while until it was time for me to go. I packed a bag
with enough to see me through four days and Mary made me promises to be
careful.
I made my excuses with the girls, I told them that I was going to check
out the scene in Manchester and learn more about the female impersonator
entertainers. If I was going to get involved, I needed to understand the
scene. I said that I had talked it through with Mary, who thought it was
a good idea. I had to talk Sue down, because, as soon as I told her, she
decided that she wanted to come too.
Once I escaped, I went to meet my support team. They were all strangers
to me except Fran. They had been told that I was working under cover and,
apart from a few curious looks, no comments were made. I was fitted out
with an ear piece and a small mike, disguised as a broach. I was given my
address and shopped for some food on the way there.
It was a dingy little pad, but it had a clear view of the street and the
flat across the landing had a spy hole covering my door. The store room
opposite could watch my front, street door. We checked out the
communications and I settled into my slum.
I was too nervous to eat, even though I had cooked a meal on the little
camping stove. At the due time, I entered the chat room. Gabriel soon
made himself known. I confessed more sex with men and pleaded for his
help to overcome my sin. He promised that he would help me and I gave him
my address. He had a picture of me from my profile. It was strange. Some
of the time he was very intensely religious and some of the time he came
across as caring and kind. Had I not suspected him as the killer, I could
almost have got to like him.
The chat went on for another half hour. I had been giving my support team
a running commentary. They in turn had been making suggestions, none of
which I found helpful.
The night dragged on and I waited, feeling like the tethered goat waiting
for the Tiger. I kept up a running conversation with the team, but there
was no sighting of anyone matching our suspect's description. At
midnight, the support teams changed over and clocked in with me. I was
exhausted but I was wired. There was no way that I could sleep. I must
have fallen asleep somewhere about three in the morning.
June 13th
I woke feeling like death. The camp bed was not the most comfortable
place to sleep. Thank goodness it was the summer. I was hungry enough to
have some breakfast and the next shift clocked in. There had been no
sightings at all. By mid morning I was bored witless.
I agreed that I would leave the room to do some shopping and my team
would shadow me. I could check around to see if I could pick up on anyone
observing me. At lunchtime I sat in the local caf? and nursed a coffee
while playing on my phone. Later I went window shopping and looking round
the large selection of charity shops. I thought I might have seen our
target in the distance, but I could not be sure. There was a strong
chance that he was watching me.
I went back to the room and sat and read and played on the computer for a
couple of hours. It was getting on for time for the chat room, so I got
myself ready mentally.
Gabriel was keen to chat. He was also keen to get me to mend my ways. I
egged him on as much as I dared and asked him for his help to save me
from sin. His responses were a strange mixture of extreme and gentle
caring. The erratic nature led me to believe that he was getting close to
acting again. He kept promising that he would help lead me out of the
darkness.
Once the chat was finished I waited. Nothing happened for ages. It was
getting late and getting dark and I thought that I caught a glimpse of
him out of the window, but by the time I had alerted the watchers, he had
gone.
We waited for another two hours and nothing.
I spoke frequently to my watchers, discussing what to do. They just kept
repeating for me to sit tight. I was sure that Gabriel was watching and
waiting for me to leave the room.
As we neared ten thirty, I discussed leaving the room with them shadowing
me. They reluctantly agreed. I was to keep up a running commentary,
saying where I was and alerting them if there were any approach from
Gabriel.
I put my shoes on and left the room. As I went out the front door I kept
talking to my support team. I walked down the street and called in at the
seven eleven, buying a tin of beans, a tin of tomatoes and a plastic
carrier bag. I carried on down the street and down a couple more roads,
keeping up the chat. It was then that I realised that there was no chat
coming back. A couple of checks and it was clear that communication had
been lost. I was starting to worry. I had walked round two sides of a
square and had strayed further than I had intended.
I was out of communication with a killer at large. All I could hope was
that my shadows had kept me in view. I could not see them, but then, they
were supposed to be good at keeping out of sight.
On my left there was a church yard, there was a well lit path running
through it, cutting the distance back to the room. I could see nobody, so
I spoke to my team in the hope that they could hear me and started
through the churchyard. It seemed the quickest way for me to get out of
danger.
I was keeping alert and watching every shadow as I walked, but did not
see my attacker before he struck.
I felt a vice like grip on my elbow pulling me off the path. I stumbled
as I found myself falling into the shadows behind a Victorian tomb.
"Mandy, you are safe with the Lord now. This is consecrated ground. I
will cleanse you of your sins. Kneel before the Lord and we will pray
together."
His grip on my arm was painful and strong. He was not much bigger than
me, but wiry and powerful. He had the power of a madman and I felt the
pressure of him pushing me down to my knees. I struggled as hard as I
could and as I turned towards him I caught a glimpse of something metal
in his other hand. I saw his arm draw back and I acted instinctively.
As the hammer swung towards my head, I thrust up and towards him as hard
as I could. I had been trying to pull away from him and the sudden move
towards him, took him by surprise. The hammer continued to swing towards
me as my head moved into his.
My head hit his face as the hammer scraped down the side of my head and
hit my left shoulder. I felt his nose burst and blood start to flow as my
shoulder went numb. I did not feel any pain immediately. I managed to
stay on my feet as he toppled over backwards, hitting his head on the
tomb. As he hit the ground, I kicked him as hard as I could in the
crutch. He howled like a wounded animal, curling up in a ball. With a
roar of anger, I swung my bag of shopping at his head. The crunch was
satisfying as it made contact. I did not know whether I had killed him,
but at that moment I did not care.
Gabriel was unconscious and my shoulder was agony. There was blood on my
face, some mine, some Gabriel's. I stood over his unconscious body, ready
to hit him with the shopping one more time, if he regained consciousness.
I stood and hollered at the top of my voice. Two bemused members of the
public rushed up before any member of my team found me. Once the
responsibility for Gabriel was removed, the shock hit me. My collar bone
had been broken, I had a nasty scrape down the side of my head and a cut
ear, where the hammer blow had just missed my skull. The egg on my
forehead was growing, and when the blood was removed from my face, there
was a cut on the growing egg.
I became aware of Fran, who was praising my capture of our killer and
bollocking me for taking risks. I needed and was given a hug by Fran and
she just held me till I stopped shaking. We then sat on a bench and
watched the drama unfold.
The crime scene was quickly closed off to the public and in no time, the
Scene of crime officers arrived and started work. A chief inspector
arrived, that I did not recognise. He had, the newly promoted, DI Irani
with him. She gave no sign of recognising me. I suppose that she had no
reason to think that I would be there, dressed as a woman.
An ambulance arrived and took the, still groggy, Gabriel away. He was
now, alternately, loudly praying and weeping.
Fran had warned me that they still wanted me to stay under cover, so I
stayed in the background until she took me to hospital to be checked
over. My head was bleeding profusely and my clothes were ruined. It was a
wait of a couple of hours until my head and ear had been stitched and my
shoulder X rayed. I swore that I had never lost consciousness and did not
need to stay in for observation. I am not sure that I was telling the
truth.
No plaster, splint, or harness was fitted. I was put in a sling and told
to be gentle with it, for the next four weeks. Not one member of staff
commented on the fact that I was a man dressed as a woman.
It was now three in the morning, so Fran took me back to her little
terraced house, in Hackney. She helped me undress and then lent me a
night dress. I spent an hour just talking to Fran until I felt relaxed
enough to go to sleep. Sleep was slow to come because of the throbbing in
my shoulder and the fact that every time I closed my eyes, I could see
the hammer swinging towards me. Eventually, I slept.
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