Dave The Dirty Copper

Dave the copper raced fast to the scene of the accident. He had heard over his radio that two women had hit each other blocking off the road towards town and there was a queue of cars behind.

When he turned up, he noticed a lovely brunette with a small kid cuddling her tightly at her waist, and she was chatting to the another woman with long flowing blonde locks, who looked like another sort, Dave thought to himself.

He got out of his car, and straightened his cap, trying to make himself look as attractive and as powerful in his uniform, before entering the potential opportunity.

“Hi there ladies, what has happened?”, he asked in his best official voice, eyeing up which lady he liked the look of most. The dark-haired lady had a kid, but that meant nothing these days, and she took his fancy the most. He turned to her and started to inquire about the accident.

"What happened love?" he asked in a cheeky demeanour, trying to disarm any fear she might have against the uniform. She looked him up and down before speaking and put her kid down on the floor.

"I just have to answer some of this mans questions" she told her kid, and patted her gently on her head as she stood by her side. She turned to the policeman and started to talk.

“I was just driving into town to do some shopping and the lights changed very fast" she said, "so I braked, then I felt a thud in the back of me”. The copper looked at the back of her and agreed he would have liked to have done that to. He was lucky to be alone or so he thought.

“So what’s your name?” He asked her, more interested in her personal details than any crash that had occurred. It was good to be a cop, being able to gather up personal details on the fly and then take copies of them for his own use. It was a chat up technique he had learnt well on the force.

“Lucy, Lucy Brenshsaw”, the brunette replied, “Shall I call somebody?”, she asked Dave.

“Do you have someone to call?” he replied, hoping she wasn’t going to have a husband on the way already.

“No not really, it’s just me and Josie.” She looked down at her kid who was now hugging her tightly, obviously scared.

“Oh well I guess you should call your insurance company, have you swapped details with the other driver yet?” he enquired, giving the blonde lady a passing look before noticing a lady behind the two cars who seemed to be taking photos.

“Yes, we have”, replied Lucy, and she got onto her phone quickly. The cop turned his attention to the blonde who was standing behind Lucy. He eyed her up and down as he back was turned thinking to himself that she wasn't as bad as he had first thought. In fact both these ladies were the type he liked he thought to himself walking towards her.

“Excuse me dear, what happened?” Dave asked, he already had Lucy’s personal details, but now he wanted this woman's so he could pay both of them a caring visit later. His mind was all a race as his adrenaline flooded his veins. She turned and started talking to him about what had happened.

"The most important thing is that I take your address down with some ID so that we don't have a case of uninsured drivers escaping justice" Dave lied to the blonde who was called Jane. 

He didn't care about uninsured drivers, he had an uninsured car at home, and whenever he was pulled over he would just show the cop his badge and they would wave him on his way. Another perk of the job he had.

"Dirty Dave", they called him at the Police Station, he had already been brought up on a number of charges related to his interactions with women, but he had skated through all interviews he had been given easily using sickly charm.

After a while he had both ladies phone numbers and addresses, and it was only the next day that the newspapers were aghast to find that two seemingly innocent single women, Lucy, Jane and a small child called Josie had been attacked and killed in their homes.

Dave didn’t think much of it, he had been around too long to worry about the press. Yes he had gone around each females home in turn late at night so that no witnesses could see. It was his usual trick after being able to obtain single females personal details to see which one of the two would succumb to his charms. 

However when his advances were rebutted by each in turn he had turned unusually upset with the rejection, and that rejection only turned to violence.

It was a week later that Dave was brought in on another potential issue, and he was assuming to skip and jump through all administrative hoops like he had done so many times before. 

However to his shock and horror he was arrested for triple homicide of the two crash victims and the little daughter, Josie, Lucy's daughter. Dave was confused. How did they managed to connect him to the attacks he wondered as he handed over his badge and was arrested with his rights read out to him.

It was only when he was being led through the corridor, hand cuffed and ashamed, with all his fellow workers staring at him wondering what he had gotten into this time, that he noticed a lady staring at him. It only took a few seconds before the image of her clicked in his brain of where he had seen her. It was the woman with the phone who had been taking pictures at the scene of the accident.

Dave never realised, but in fact the woman with the mobile was a top journalist at the Guardian, and her top of the range iPhone had filmed the whole fishy interview he had conducted with both ladies at the scene, and she had put two and two together. 

She had immediately noticed Dave's overtly sexual demeanour when exiting his panda car and started filming the very odd and unprofessional interviews he was carrying out with the two car crash victims.

The journalist had pieced together what had happened very quickly, and after the initial story and some very basic investigation, she had come to the correct conclusion that yet another corrupt cop was hell bent on abusing his position of power to abuse female victims.

This was the end of Dirty Dave and his official capacity to take advantage of vulnerable women across the town he had prowled and pounced so many times.

“Your scum”, she shouted, as he was led down the corridor to the cells and Dave hung his head in shame. It was a massive abuse of authority, and much worse. 

He had used his job as a way to find potential victims and now the tables had been turned. He looked back at her and scowled. She just gave him a grim grin, happily in the knowledge a bent evil cop had finally met his justice.

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