Part 4 - Jackie Collins

Jackie Collins

DI Jackie Collins could no easier have escaped her unfortunate name as escape her vocation. She was a fourth generation copper, often sniggered at with accompanying wise cracks but only by people who didn’t work with her. The latter knew one laugh was regrettable but accepted. Two and you would pay for the smirk for months to come.

DI Collins was a go to detective in The Met when results and discretion were a necessary bedfellow.

The murder of Lee Hardy was hardly at the front of case loads for the Chief Super, but tie it in with a deceased multi-millionaire, a still blossoming Hardy drugs ring, a ropey solicitor and a previously unheard of hero accountant, and the case had sat on the Chief Supers desk as though wearing its own flashing blues and twos. It could only be a case for Collins.

‘Could seriously all just be a coincidence boss,’ offered DS Blakey in his normal deadpan voice.

‘Could be,’ replied Jackie, ‘but Arthur Longstaffe is a crook and he’s up front and centre meaning…’

‘Meaning boss,’ cut in DC Jones, ‘you at last get the little arse.’

‘Indeed so Jones, indeed so. I want full on surveillance, nothing getting past us, but us not being seen. At this point we are in full watching and no action mode. Understood all?’

‘Yes boss,’ the team unanimously sang back.

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