New Tricks: Old Tricks Chapter 2
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cat_13145Title: Old Tricks
Author: Cat_13145
Rating: PG13? (if that's a T on fanfiction.net, simply for safety)
Fandom: New Tricks
Pairing/Character: all the New Tricks Team and DI Greg Johnson of Special Branch, plus Numerous
Summary: A Huntely and Palmer Biscuit Tin provides the clue to an forgotten Mystery of 1941.
I have no beta (but would like one) so all mistakes are mine. Be kind. This is only my second attempt at a Live Journal Fan Fiction.
N.B I am aware that New Tricks doesn't normally have flash backs, but they seemed the best way to tell this story, so I am using them
Chapter 2 http://community.livejournal.com/britishdrama/30708.html#cutid1
http://community.livejournal.com/britishdrama/30981.html#cutid1
“Didn’t think she was serious when she told me what she planned to do.” David Mitchell moved with a grace that defied his age. His grey hair was curled into a afro, but his eyes darted about the room, as though on the lookout for the deceased Nazis.
“Guess I should know by now that that girl doesn’t kid.” He sunk down into the red armchair with a sigh.
“so you do remember Dartwell Hall?” Jack Halford asked, sinking into the chair opposite. David smiled banefully.
“I was a black kid from Harlem, serving in a mixed race unit. Treated as an equal. I was in heaven.” He smiled softly. “It was there that I met the woman who was to be my wife. My Gwenny.”
He indicated the photos around the wall. The progress of an Asian girl to a woman was well documented, along with a family growing up. He sighed deeply.
“she died last year.”
“I am sorry. I also lost my wife some time ago.” Jack Halford’s kind words brought a dry smile to David’s face.
“She was a wonderful woman. Great agent. Terrific mother. I fell in love with her that first day in Dartwell. Never thought I stood a chance.” He sighed softly.
“Despite all the junk that happened there, I still have good memories of that place, specially,” he smiled. “The apple tree by the stream.”
“So you remember the deaths?” Sandra asked.
“The murders.” Corrected David. “Yeah.”
He sighed.
“I was the reason we were late back on the night of Lieutenant Newman’s death.” He admitted softly. “There was a dance at the base. Some men started making passes at Gwenny. Pretty strong ones too.” He grimaced. “She was Vietnamese, not that mattered to them. To them she was just an Oriental whore. I...umm...I hit them.” A crimson flush crept up. “it was stupid. I realised that when this six foot yank tried to hit me back. He was drunk thankfully, but it kinda sorta started a fight.” He shrugged. “say this Cat, she knows when to fight and when to run.” He shook his head.
“We got out before your people arrived. But we were late leaving, so we were late back, so the girls had to go through a window. Think they were more upset, that Gwenny had torn her last pair of stockings. Until the death of course.” He sighed. “I know Cat thinks that Newman was murdered, but I can’t think why. He was nuts, but essentially harmless. Not like Peter Infield.”
“You didn’t like him?” Jack asked.
David sighed.
“Peter Infield liked knowing things about people. Getting power over people. I suspected, though I couldn’t prove it, that he opened our mail. I did know that he spy on people.” The colour crept back into his cheeks. “He umm nearly caught me and Gwenny when we were.” He shook his head “it doesn’t matter. The point is I could understand why someone would want to murder him, but not Newman. He was kept drugged up most of the time.” He sighed. “I don’t know. I trust Cat, and she’s normally right about these things, but this time...”
*
“Ridiculous” Dr Fry had died in 1989, but his deputy, Dr Helmuth was still alive. He was, so he had told them, from Vienna originally, but had been driven out by the Nazis in 1938.
“Cat was always a liar.”
“Yes, well we have to consider all angles.” Brian Lane kept his voice calm, despite the man’s anger.
“it is ridiculous. Infield’s death was a tragedy. I admit I take partial responsibility. I should have seen it coming. For all that, it was just what it appeared to be. A suicide.” He flung his hands up. “As was Newman’s and Macdonald. I’ll admit, we might have exercised greater caution, btu it was war. We had limited resources.” He sighed, deeply. “I regret it and have offered condolences to the families, but the corner cleared us of any wrong doing. You are taking the word of a career criminal over...” he lapsed in to German.
“hold on!” Gerry interrupted. “a career criminal?”
Helmuth smiled.
“She didn’t tell you that did she?” he said. “she has convictions for solicitation, robbery and,” he said, his smile increasing. “Assaulting a police officer.”
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Date: 2009-01-31 09:20 pm (UTC)Also, if it's easier in the future, you could also send things to julesoh.kate@googlemail.com - I don't think there's a limit for that one! I'll get to work and send it in the morning! :-)
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Date: 2009-01-18 08:40 am (UTC)http://community.livejournal.com/britishdrama/30708.html#cutid1
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Date: 2009-01-18 08:58 am (UTC)http://community.livejournal.com/britishdrama/30708.html#cutid1 this is the prologue, and this http://community.livejournal.com/britishdrama/30981.html#cutid1 is chapter 1
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