“I’d managed to work that one out babe. I don’t object to
being used though.”

Cat giggled, endeared by the woman’s witty nature. She moved
closer. Jack Daniels soaring through her veins. She leant in and whispered.

“I don’t want to use you. I want to f**k you.”

**********************

The next day

Sam sat at her desk. The world passing by. Her fingertips
spinning a pen around. The anger of the self pity she was feeling was reaching
its peak. She longed for something, anything to occupy her mind the way Cat
did. Work was mundane. Starved of the fizzing chemistry Sam had allowed herself
to get used to, she was lonely. She was becoming needy.

There was a delicate tap on her office door. Sam shuffled
her paperwork quickly.

“Come in.”

“Nice to meet you DS Murray. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Sam tried to conceal her confusion. She stood up and shook
the woman’s hand whilst her brain frantically searched for a name.

“All good i hope.” She responded in the hope her blank mind
wasn’t being illustrated by her face.

“Hmmm. Some of it.” The woman smiled.

“Family Liason, that’s it!” Sam blurted out in triumph
before realising she had said it aloud.

“Er I’m really pleased I’ve finally got the chance to work
with Family Liason. I think we can work really well together. As a team.” She
felt humiliated by her feeble attempts to cover up her absent mindedness.

The curvy blonde smiled again and took her coat off. Sam’s
eyes couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of the woman’s chest. A slight grin
appeared across the cop’s face. ‘I don’t mind working with her’ she thought,
‘if only i could remember her damn name’. She couldn’t ask. As the visitor
proceeded to explain how the set up would work, Sam caught sight of the meeting
written down on the back of a scrap business card. She casually moved it under
a folder, out of view.

For once, Sam couldn’t concentrate on work. Words were being
spoken but nothing was registering. Her mind was wondering. Wondering over this
woman’s body. Utterly unprofessional, totally out of character. But life goes
on, needs must be fulfilled.

“Right, well that’s that sorted then. I think we’ll get on
well.” The woman stood up to go and knocked a cup over in the process. She
leant forward to grab it before it rolled off the table. Sam enjoyed the view,
not trying particularly hard to hide her roving eyes.

Just for a second Sam felt a buzz as her stare caught the
woman’s eye. She smiled before joking about knocking something else over before
leaving and picked her coat up. Sam lunged to get to the door first to open it
for her.

“I look forward to seeing you tomorrow then.” Sam said
charmingly.

“Likewise.”

Sam watched from behind as she walked down the corridor. Her
strut commanding attention. She shut the door and raced to her desk to search
for the notes on this meeting. And there is was in black and white, written on
the back of a business card.

4pm Thursday

Case 41J,
victim’s mother and sister.

Family
Liason Officer

Hannah Merson