Page 3 of The Sunken Truth
“How do you work that one out?” Flynn asked.
“He’s the reason you got transferred over here, right?”
Flynn nodded.
“Which means he might have the sway to get your posting here extended. All you have to do is act like you hate it and can’t wait to leave…”
A spark of hope sputtered in Flynn’s chest.
“I suspect that won’t work,” the sergeant said, a sheepish undertone to his words.
Flynn glared at him. “Why?”
“I emailed him a couple of weeks ago.” Guilt flashed in the sergeant’s eyes. “I thought it might be worth a shot to ask him about extending your stay here.”
“You told him I want to stay on?” Flynn asked, hope dying in his chest.
“Yes. And I also mentioned what an asset you are to the team.”
Flynn laughed. “Okay, maybe it’s not me he’s here to see then. I think he has a new enemy.”
“Why would he have an issue with my email?” the sergeant asked.
“Because you essentially told him he has poor judgement.”
“No, I didn’t,” the sergeant argued.
Flynn tilted his head. “I assume that when he was arranging my transfer here he told you I was a terrible officer and a complete waste of space. He probably apologised for sending me your way?”
“Maybe something along those lines,” he admitted.
“Now you’ve emailed him and said I’m a good officer and you enjoy having me around. He’ll hate you now, too. Trust me.”
“It was strange that he didn’t reply,” the sergeant mused.
“How does he have such a good reputation?” PC Hill asked. “He sounds awful.”
Flynn shrugged. “Generally, he’s firm but fair. And he’s dedicated to his job. People respect that.”
“So what’s his problem with you?” PC Hill asked. “What did you do to get on his bad side?”
Flynn had asked himself the same question, but had nevercome up with a good answer. “Personality clash,” he said nonchalantly. “You know how these things can be.”
“There’s a story about you sleeping with his daughter,” PC Hill said. “Is that true?”
“No.” Flynn smiled lightly. It had probably been easier when his colleagues hadn’t felt comfortable enough to dig into his private life, but he supposed it was a good thing that PC Hill finally felt he could quiz him.
“You slept withsomeone’sdaughter, though?” he asked.
Flynn grinned. “Lots of people’s.”
“I feel as though we’re getting off track,” Sergeant Proctor said.
Ignoring him, PC Hill kept talking. “That’s the rumour… that you slept with some high-ranking officer’s daughter and angered the wrong people. The superintendent wanted you out of the force altogether, but your dad stepped in and pulled strings to get you transferred over here… hoping things would calm down with you out of the way for a while.”
“Where did you hear that?” Flynn asked.
“I still have friends in the Met.”
