Walk on the Wild Side

C Dutton M

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Detective Jaswinder Singh, a Metropolitan Police Officer, has returned to work from gardening leave. His reputation for solving cases in the most unorthodox of manners has made him many enemies within the police. Unfortunately for them his methods always achieve great results with all his cases being solved.Sarah, a civilian manager at the police station, enlist Jazz's confidential help in finding out what is happening with her husband, Derek, who worked in the Police Protection squad and may be being blackmailed. Although he has few friends in the police force as he is considered a rule breaker and a cocky individual, Jazz does have two colleagues that have remained loyal to him despite all that has happened. He also has an informant Mad Pete, who reluctantly comes across with information when pushed by Jazz. It is revealed that Derek is into S&M and belongs to an exclusive S&M club where the blackmail could be happening. Taking advantage of Derek being away Jazz decides to go undercover in the club to see what he can find out.This alerts MI6 and it would appear that a large undercover operation was about to take place and Derek was under scrutiny as a potential traitor. Now established in the mess and causing chaos for MI6, Jazz is incorporated into their strategy for the operation but told to keep out of the way. This is never going to happen, and the unorthodox, fearless and some would say stupid, Jazz must now take on MI6, an S&M club and a terrorist group each one of them potentially out to kill him.

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• Publié par: Troubador Publishing Ltd
• Date de parution: 28 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781803133669
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.


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It’s all about love of family.
To my wonderful children Helen, Richard and Amanda and Andrew and Nansal
and my darling grandchildren Isabella, Kiera, Rebecca, Josh, Thomas, Bradley, Max, Edie-Rose and
great-grandchildren Thea and Jude.
Nessa you know who you are – Mrs M



“I wouldn’t call him a slave. I don’t whip him when he does something wrong. Just when he does something good.”
Shannon Elizabeth


The ignorant person is totally blind he
does not appreciate the value of the jewel.
Guru Gobind Singh


Contents

Preface
Chapter One
Not Again
Chapter Two
The Beginning
Chapter Three
Things To Do
Chapter Four
The Set-Up
Chapter Five
I Spy
Chapter Six
Housework
Chapter Seven
Catch Up
Chapter Eight
School Bell
Chapter Nine
The Pact
Chapter Ten
Plan Of Action
Chapter Eleven
Lollipop Man
Chapter Twelve
Shaken, Not Stirred
Chapter Thirteen
We Are Family
Chapter Fourteen
Secrets
Chapter Fifteen
Discipline
Chapter Sixteen
Family Stuff
Chapter Seventeen
Dungeon Chic
Chapter Eighteen
No Pain, No Gain
Chapter Nineteen
How It Works
Chapter Twenty
Ash
Chapter Twenty-One
Plans
Chapter Twenty-Two
Prep Work
Chapter Twenty-Three
Hired Help
Chapter Twenty-Four
Now It Begins
Chapter Twenty-Five
Wills
Chapter Twenty-Six
Saturday
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Retribution
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Conciliation
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Rescue
Chapter Thirty
They Seek Him Here, They Seek Him There!
Chapter Thirty-One
No Hiding Place
Thirty-Two
Baby, It’s Cold Outside
Chapter Thirty-Three
What The…
Chapter Thirty-Four
Gottcha
Chapter Thirty-Five
The End Game
Chapter Thirty-Six
Checkmate
Epilogue


PREFACE
Detective Sergeant Jaswinder Singh, officer serving Ilford, Barking and Dagenham District, please note you have done an upstanding job in capturing one of the largest and most high-powered paedophile ring that England has ever seen. Against all the odds of government services trying to bring you down and your own Metropolitan Police colluding with them too, you still managed to capture and ensure a trial for what turned out to be at least twenty influential paedophiles who worked in government offices, army and various high-powered institutions and one of them was too close for comfort to our Queen and her family. So, in honour of what you have done we, the government and the Metropolitan Police, would like to thank you.
Now that ain’t gonna happen. You fucking ungrateful pisspots of humanity. Angry now just thinking about it, Jazz as he was known to his friends and enemies, had hit a point of depression that nearly took him over the edge. He had been on so-called recovery/garden leave for the last three months and he had nothing to do but think, stew and rant. His only friends, he thought, were the vodka bottles he kept in the fridge and the fags that made him cough as he choked on the words in the letter he received from bloody DCI Radley, his boss. The letter inferred he was physically and mentally exhausted and it was suggested he get suitable help during the three months’ leave that had been granted.
DCI Radley, with his snotnose university degree without any experience of police work and just-about-shaving boss, was not happy with him.
DCI Radley had left university and entered the fast-track level of the Metropolitan police to advance to senior ranks. He had served his time at Ilford and Barking police station and he now had his eye on a promotion at Scotland Yard as commander. This would have been a huge feather in his cap. He had worked hard to get to know those who made such appointments. The whisper had been that he was shortlisted and he was fairly confident he would pass the interview. Then Singh got involved in tracking and apprehending those involved in a paedophile ring. The Met had worked closely with government departments to get this paedophile ring off the radar. He presumed, for political reasons, it tried to keep those involved in the paedophile ring out of the public eye and out of the courts. To be honest, he couldn’t deny he saw who these vile people were and he had backed Singh in bringing them to trial. The ring was dangerous and treacherous. He knew justice was due to the victims but it caused him to lose his grip on his promotion. He recently received a letter from the Metropolitan Committee regarding the promotion interview stating that at the moment he would not be considered. He knew exactly what that meant. He was being punished for not controlling Singh and ensuring that the high-ranking members of the ring were allowed to escape. He hated Singh for putting him in this position and losing the opportunity to rise to a prestigious rank that would have made his family and himself proud. Of course, this would not affect how he ran his station or how he treated DS Singh; well, that’s what he told himself. Hatred and despair come in different forms.
Back home in his rented room with Mrs Chodda, Jazz, although reasonably settled and happy living in Mrs Chodda’s house, had found Mrs Chodda’s matchmaking attempts tiresome. Mrs Chodda seemed to be related to half the country’s eligible-for-marriage Sikh women. Coming home after a hard day in the office (Ilford and Barking police station) he would be confronted by Mrs Chodda inviting him into her huge kitchen. This was usually a treat to enjoy her home-made pakoras which he loved but often to be introduced to a young, shy or giggly girl, far too young for him. He was in his forties, for fuck’s sake, he told himself. His good manners as a Sikh man, something his work colleagues had never experienced, allowed for the introduction and polite conversation. The mother, aunts, grandmothers would sit in stony silence watching.
This had gone on for a few years with no marriage in sight, much to Mrs Chodda’s dismay. She had told everyone how important he was, and would whisper how he was high up in the police force and what a good catch he would make. Mrs Chodda was about to give up when the unexpected happened. Her brother’s wife’s sister’s daughter, Amrit, seemed to catch Jazz’s eye. Mrs Chodda was a good woman who attended the Gurdwara regularly and performed Sewa (selfless act to help others) by cooking in the Gurdwara for all attendees, but to encourage a meeting between Jazz and Amrit was difficult t