Chapter Twenty. DC Jesse Symons.
God, I love having weekends off. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does it feels amazing to be able to kick off my shoes, turn on the TV and vegetate on a Friday night after a long assed week of work. I could have gone to the Chesters with the uniform guys, but I had some work to finish off on a domestic abuse case I am working. If the victim actually presses charges this time. I hope she does, because this guy has done a number on her a few times. Anyway, we got her to a safe place, and I rushed a warrant through, so he is going to get a nice dawn wake up call, when my colleagues bash is door in, whilst he is snuggled up in bed, thinking he is untouchable. Because of that I didn’t get through my door till half one in the morning. I walk over to the
