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The Undercover Detective part 10
29th June (cont)
At the first opportunity, I went for a walk, so that I could contact
Fran. I knew that, if the police investigated Delia's suicide, it could
stop the blackmailer in his or her tracks. Delia's situation could be
investigated without causing her any further harm, she had already ended
the pain.
"Fran, it's Mandy, how is the case against Gabriel going?"
"Good to hear from you, the case is progressing well, how are all your
injuries faring?"
"Fine, I am looking less and less like Frankenstein's monster. So what is
the news?"
"Gabriel has been remanded until trial, which will take place in
November. He has admitted everything and seems to waver between being
proud of what he has done and being deeply ashamed. I can not see any
other outcome than him ending up in a secure unit."
"At least he will not be able to kill again. I have another case that
needs looking into. I became aware of a blackmailer, working in the trans
community. Earlier this afternoon I heard that one of the girls had
committed suicide, as a result of the demands and threats of the
blackmailer. I believe that the blackmailer is the same in the two cases
that I have heard about.
"I will text you the name and address of the suicide victim as soon as I
ring off. A search of his bank records, his phone records and anything
that he has left in his house, may give us some clues. He was a widower
and lived on his own. He has two adult children, one male and one female,
both married with families of their own. As far as I can gather, all the
family are very religious and none of them knew about their dad's cross
dressing.
"If you can be discrete, it would be a kindness. A search of his records
and his house could be explained as a normal check into a possibly
suspicious suicide."
"Wow, you do like to keep us busy. I think that I will go to the
commander with this one and let him decide how to organise it. How much
do you know about the other blackmail victim?"
"Precious little, I am hoping that the victim will talk to me. I am
hoping that they will get in touch any time. I will tell you what I know
so far. The victim was contacted by phone and sent three photographs of
when she had been dressed at Sparkles. Two photos were of her dancing
with a man and one talking to friends. The photos were taken on the 12th
June. She could tell by what she was wearing.
The blackmailer demanded ?500 in cash to be posted to an address in
Peckham. She paid up and last Friday she received another call demanding
?5000. When she spoke to Mary on Tuesday, she had not received any
instructions of how to pay. Until I can get to talk to her, that is all
the information that I have got. I will email you with a full record of
what I know so far."
"Well, you have started another hare running. I will talk to the big boss
and see what we can get going. If the victim does get in touch, let me
know. By the way, do you fancy coming out with me to the club. It would
be good to spend some time relaxing?"
"Yes, let me know when."
"I will give you a call."
When I got back to the shop there had still been no contact from Anne.
When I had packed up for the day, I received a call from mum. We had been
talking every other day since she had gone home. The contact made me feel
anchored in some way. It made me feel more normal.
"Hi baby, how is it going?"
"Great how are you?"
"Fine, I have a surprise for you, your big sister Megan is coming up to
London and will be looking for a bed for the night."
"Oh bugger, what does she know?"
"All that I have said is that you have been working under cover for a
while and not stopping in the flat. She was wary about stopping if you
were not there and when I asked why, she said that she was very wary of
Kate. When I told her you had broken up, she was delighted, calling Kate
a hard bitch. She will probably give you a ring this evening."
"Does she know anything about Mandy?"
"No."
"Bugger, what am I going to say to her?"
"Just start at the beginning and tell her how you got to here."
We chatted on for a while, but my mind was not on what we were talking
about. I was worrying about Megan, how would she react?
When we got back to Mary's, Sue and I got the dinner ready. We had a full
house of six. There were the usual crowd Daisy, Sally, Mary, Sue and me
and a new waif that Mary had taken in, called Carol. Carol was eighteen
and had run away from home. She had been given an ultimatum by her father
that the dressing had to stop, the hair had to be cut and the clothes had
to go. She had been regularly beaten with her father's belt.
She had decided to make the break and had contacted the help line. She
had been directed to Mary as a refuge. Sue had already taken her under
her wing, god help her. Carol had few clothes, but was near enough the
same size as me, so I could lend her some of my clothes. She had been
self medicating for a little under a year. She was truant from school but
exams were over and no one would notice. These were a fresh set of
problems for us all to address.
After we finished dinner I had a call on my phone. It was Megan, my heart
rate increased with worry.
"High Mike, long time no talk, how are you? Mum says you are on some
special undercover work, very James Bond, what is it all about? Do you
have to wear disguises? Are you carrying a gun? Is it dangerous? Can I
use your flat, I have an interview for a job in London? It would be a
huge promotion and I would get to live in the big smoke. You will be able
to show me around. Will we be able to meet up, I have not seen you in
ages?"
"Is there any specific question that you would like me to answer first?"
"Don't be more of a pillock than usual, can I use the flat?"
"Of course you can, when do you want it?"
"If I could stop over on Tuesday night next, it would be good. I could
get the early afternoon train and be there by about six. If you are free,
we could spend the evening together."
"That would be nice, but I need to explain what my undercover role is."
"Do tell, it sounds exciting."
"For the last five weeks, I have been living as a transgender woman in a
house with four, now five, other trandgendered women."
"What? What do you mean? Do you dress up and pretend to be a woman?"
"Yes, I have been dressing and living as a woman full time for five
weeks."
"No wonder you and Kate split up. I was never aware of you wearing
women's clothes before, you kept that well hidden."
"I had never dreamt of wearing women's clothes before. I was forced into
it by my DCI who was a total shit. He threatened to get me slung out of
the police in disgrace if I did not agree. He had planted evidence
against people he didn't like before."
"What is it like, is it terribly embarrassing? Do you look like a docker
in a dress?"
"Strangely enough, I am enjoying it and I pass easily as a woman. I will
send you a few selfies and you can judge for yourself."
The questions came thick and fast and I tried to answer each one as
honestly as possible. We were on the phone for ages before I was able to
select a few photos to send her. If I could get away, I was going to
spend the evening with her.
That night Sue cuddled with Carol and left me in a cold bed.
30th June
I spent the morning in the shop and the latter part of the afternoon
working with Dolores Delights and Maggie May. My vocal presentation was
fine and I could pick up new songs fairly quickly. The thing that was
worrying Dolores and Maggie was my stage presence. After getting on for
six weeks living as a woman, I had no problem passing. What I was not
able to do was give the, in your face, over the top performance, expected
of a drag artist.
I had taken all this time trying to be seen as normal and now I had to
present myself, so that it was clear that I was a man impersonating a
woman. It was bizarre. I loved the singing but I was very unsure of
coming across as a typical drag artist. It was making me unhappy.
I wondered if there was another way. If I was performing with Maggie or
Dolores, they would be right over the top. They would be brassy, loud,
almost crudely sexy, wearing outfits that showed every curve. I wondered
if I could present a contrast. What if I relied on my voice and performed
as a shy, gamin young thing. I could dress young and subtly sexy. There
is no doubt that a large number of the crowd that went to drag shows,
would find that very sexually attractive. I think I could do shy and
innocent, but I was unhappy about attempting to be brassy.
I wanted to be accepted as normal, as much as that was possible. I didn't
want to be seen as a man pretending to be a woman. When I put the
proposal to Dolores, she found it interesting. If we went ahead, the
punters would never really know whether I was a drag artist or a CIS
woman.
We rehearsed for about two hours and I was much happier when we finished.
As I was on my way back to Mary's, Fran phoned. She had spoken to the
commander who had taken her off her normal duties and got her to
investigate David/Delia's suicide. In the short time available she had
already found Delia's phone and computer. Delia had made an amateurish
attempt to wipe both the phone and the computer. Fran had found no
letters or notes from the blackmailer, but she had found texts.
A quick check on Delia's bank account showed that, over the last six
weeks, over ?30,000 had gone through her bank account and been withdrawn
in cash. There seemed to have been some sales of jewellery and visits to
the pawnbroker. At this point, it was not clear how much she had been
taken for, but it was a substantial amount.
Fran had found a couple of texts, giving instructions as to how payment
should be made. It seemed that in both cases the money was to be sent in
cash, by post or by hand, to addresses that on checking, turned out to be
vacant or derelict properties. There was a lot to go on, but what we
really needed was for me to get Anne to open up and confide in me.
In the meantime Fran gave me the drop addresses that she had found so
far. I could go and have a look over the weekend. In the meantime Fran
asked if I'd like to go to her club with her. I thought that it would be
good to socialise with CIS women, instead of sticking in my trans bubble.
Friday night was quiet. Sue was out with her boyfriend, Daisy and Sally
were doing a maid gig and Mary was out with friends. It just left Carol
and me. It was interesting chatting to Carol. She had been driven to live
as the girl she was sure that she was. She had put up with a massive
amount of abuse, both physical and psychological, from both her father
and her brother.
She had dressed whenever possible and had a female friend who had given
her sanctuary and not only lent her clothes, but looked after her small
stash. Carol's mum had been sympathetic, but had done nothing to help.
Carol had waited until she had completed her A levels before running for
freedom. She was hoping to go to study for an MPharm in London in
October.
It was interesting exchanging experiences. I felt a fraud in some ways,
because I had not been driven to be a girl. I had kind of just fallen
into it. Carol and Sue's drive to be the girls that they are, made me
feel quite humble. I hadn't had that all consuming need. I had just been
forced into it, found that it felt natural and comfortable and just not
wanted to stop.
1st July
After breakfast, I went to look at the two addresses that Fran had given
me. One was in a social housing block in Peckham. It was on an estate
where I felt distinctly uncomfortable. There were gangs of youths
congregating and watching everyone's comings and goings. The address was
one which was vacant and had been for some time. The door was locked, so
whoever had picked up the money was either capable of picking a lock or
had a key. I made a point to ask Fran if she could get the lock checked
for tampering.
The second address was above a shop in the Bow area. Again, the premises
were vacant and had been for some time. The door was locked, but one of
the windows had been forced. It was unusual that no one was using the
place to doss down. I suppose that the access to the flat was not visible
from the street. Both premises needed forensic checks.
I contacted Fran with my findings and she updated the team that was on
duty on Saturday.
I still had not heard from Anne. She would surely have received
instructions, by now. I feared that she had made another payment to the
blackmailer. I decided to ask Mary to try to get her to talk to me.
I spent a couple of hours in the shop and then Sue, Amy and Sally were
off to do a maid service job. My wounds and bruising are nearly healed,
but I still have to be a little careful with my shoulder. I am totally
bored with being the invalid, I want to get back to normal, whatever that
is. I have the evening with Fran to look forward to. I suppose that it is
wrong going out with my boss. Still, it is not a date, at least I don't
think so.
2nd July
It was some evening with Fran at the club. I wore a girly outfit. It was
a floaty sun dress and stockings. The material wasn't see through, but
the dress was short and, if I moved too fast, stocking tops could be
seen. My heels were my tallest at two and a half inches. My make up was a
bit more daring than usual and I wore bangles, rings and my dangliest ear
rings.
Fran had scrubbed up well as well. She wore a scoop necked top that gave
a glimpse of sexy red bra underneath and a shortish skater skirt. She
looked younger and quite sexy. When I saw how Fran was dressed I wondered
whether it was for my benefit, or whether there was someone at the club
that she had her eye on.
When we got to the club, Fran's friends made many admiring comments about
how she looked. There were several of the women who made it very clear
that they found her very attractive. I was surprised and kind of pleased
when she stayed close by me and it became clear that this was a date.
Part of me was delighted, because I was finding Fran attracted me
sexually and I was flattered by her attention. Part of me wondered if any
entanglement between us would end in problems with the job. After a few
drinks and several dances, I stopped worrying and we just had fun. Fran
took me by surprise and kissed me while we were dancing a slow number. It
was nice so I kissed her back. After that we did quite a bit of cuddling
and kissing.
What a fun sexy evening. It was very different dancing boob to boob. I
kind of wished that my boobs were my own. Now that Sue had Carol to play
with, she had lost interest in me, so the physical contact and affection
were nice. During the evening, one of the girls asked me whether I was
trans. I could see no reason to deny it, so I was quite open. I was
surprised that one or two of the women became standoffish. They seemed to
think that I had no right to be there, strange.
Fran asked me whether I would like to back to her place. I was very
tempted, but for once, my sensible head took charge. I thought that we
could compromise our working relationship if we were not careful. Still,
it was lovely, knowing that Fran fancied me.
4th July
Sunday was a nice quiet day, the sun shone so I sun bathed. I had a nice
green bikini. The only trouble was that my tan lines would look very
strange if I wore my breast forms. I decided to tan without my breast
forms and with just the bikini bottoms. I was the odd one out. Sue has
her own, well formed B cup breasts. Carol borrowed on of Sue's bikinis
but also went topless. Carol's development is still fairly limited. She
did not start self medicating on hormones until she was nearly eighteen.
She looked like a young girl, early on in her puberty. I think you could
call her an A cup at best.
Mary had already arranged for Carol to have a check up and see a
psychologist. Mary was worried that Carol may already have done herself
some harm by self medicating. Daisy was the fourth one in the sun and she
had implants as well as her own development. She was a full C cup. I felt
the odd one out. I had been on hormones for only a week and I was flat as
a pancake.
On Monday I went into the shop and took Carol with me. I was given the
task of showing her the ropes. I did some more practice on the hair
removal. Carol had very little hair growth on her face. There was a bit
of a moustache, but no beard to talk of.
At lunchtime Fran called. I arranged to meet up with her later that
afternoon. We met in the usual coffee bar. It felt odd when Fran kissed
me on the lips as we met. It was nice, but it was not how your boss
should greet you.
"I enjoyed Saturday night, we must do that again. A couple of the girls
seemed to be giving you a bit of a hard time, what was that about?"
"One of the girls asked if I was trans, I said yes and I suppose the word
spread. Nobody seemed bothered except those two. They thought that I had
no right to be there."
"I will have a word in their ear when I see them next."
"Please don't, it is best left. What have you found out about Delia?"
"We have now managed to get all the information off her phone. As far as
we can see from her phone and other bits around the house, she had
received her first demand for money back in April. It was for ?500 and
the money was to be sent to a post office box. We checked the post office
box, it was a collect and not a transfer box. The collect office was in
Hackney. The PO box had been set up over the counter in Peckham. It had
been paid for in cash and as far as they could tell, only one letter had
been received. The letter had been collected back in April and no further
use had been made of the PO box.
The email address had been created for the PO box and has since been
deleted. As far as we can tell there were five more demands for money.
The first was for ?5,000, the second for ?10,000, the third for ?10,000,
the fourth for ?15,000 and the fifth for ?20,000. As far as we can tell,
the first four were paid and the last one was unpaid and triggered the
suicide.
In all bar the first case, the money had to be delivered by hand to an
address. In every case, the address was a different vacant property. Two
of the properties have since been occupied and the locks changed, but we
have searched the two premises that you went to look at. We checked to
see if either lock had been picked or forced. It would appear that the
Peckham address was accessed by a key and the Bow address had been
forced.
There was no forensic evidence of any value. There was nothing that we
could relate to the person who picked up the package."
"It would seem that the blackmailer had knowledge of vacant properties
and may have had access to keys. We also know that they have attended
Sparkles. It is certan that they attended on more than one occasion. We
don't know whether the blackmailer presented as male or female. We also
are unaware of whether the blackmailer is working alone. Have you got on
to the housing association in Peckham to see who had access to keys for
the flat."
"Not yet, but I will do that when I get back to the office."
We chatted on about the case for a while, but it was obvious that I
needed to get Anne to talk to me. I decided to get Mary to talk to her.
Mary did not know Anne's full given name, or where she lived. We hoped
that she would appear at Sparkles. If not, Mary would talk to Anne's
close friend, who was a regular.
As it happened, that evening, Anne did appear at Sparkles and she was in
a terrible state. She spent the first part of the evening with her
friend, in a corner, just sobbing, most of the time. Mary finally got to
talk to her alone and Anne went home straight after. Anne told Mary that
she had paid the ?5,000 delivering it to an empty flat in Hackney. That
Monday, she had received another demand for money. This time it was for
?10,000.
Mary told her that I was an undercover police officer. She also told her
what had happened to Delia.
Anne had been shocked and had agreed to meet me the following day. Maybe
we could now get the breakthrough that we needed. I was feeling confident
that we would start to make real progress.
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