Complicity is the new crime-fiction novella set in Hull featuring
Detective Sergeant Coleman and Detective Constable Maynard.
The thisisull.com serialisation is accompanied by the stunning black and
white photography of Roland Standaert, which illustrates the story and takes a unique look at the city.
Complicity and other stories are available for free.
for further details.
Roland can be contacted at email@example.com.
Complicity Part 5
'Look, I don't want Anna bringing into this, she's done nothing wrong.'
'I'm not sure a jury would agree with you. Look, I've got to attend the funeral of a teenager tomorrow. How does that make you feel? I'll tell you how that makes me feel, it makes me feel pretty shit. A young girl with all life ahead of her, taken away through one bad decision. The funeral will be attended by literally hundreds of people, family, friends and fellow students, not to mention the media. It'll be horrendous for everybody.'
Gale stared at Coleman. 'You know, don't you?'
Coleman nodded. 'Why did you do it?'
'I didn't have much of a choice. It was put to me in such a way that if I didn't co-operate with them, they'd ruin me. As I bore a basic physical resemblance to Stutt, all I had to do was pull a cap over my face, wear the same kind of clothes and keep my head down. They told me that that area of the city centre had the oldest CCTV cameras, and that what I'd done would be enough to get him put away. If I did that, they'd leave me alone.'
'Who are they, Simon?'
'Let me guess the other...David Peel?'
'Fucking hell' said Coleman raising his voice. 'Have you any idea how much you could fuck up our investigation into the death of Laura Fry?'
Gale stared into space.
'I assume you do want us to catch whoever is responsible for her death?' said Coleman,
squaring up to Gale.
Gale turned back to face him. 'Fuck you, Coleman. You know I want him bringing to justice as much as you do.'
'We've no proof that it was Stutt who supplied her.'
'Come on...you're miles behind. I assume you know he works for Mallory.'
'Of course I do. What's your point?'
'Mallory knows that he supplied the dodgy batch of tablets to Stutt. He wants to make sure that he isn't going to do a deal with the police and implicate him. He's very angry. After all, this isn't a minor investigation, is it? A teenage girl is dead.'
'Ok, I can accept that Mallory wants him in prison, out of the way, and setting him up will discredit any evidence he may want to offer us, but how on earth did he get you involved? A man who supposedly stands opposed to the use of drugs?'
'I am' replied Gale furiously. Mallory caught me at a bad time. Do you know my background, Sergeant?'
'Not in any detail.'
'I lost my sister, Kate, to drugs five years ago. She was at university in Liverpool and one ecstasy tablet was enough to kill her. It ruined our family, Sergeant. Can you imagine that? She had everything to live for.' Coleman allowed him to continue. 'After that, I set up ERDAG as my way of making sure that nobody had to go through what I went through.'
'So, where does Mallory fit into all of this?'
'After Kate's death I lost the plot for a while' said Gales shrugging. 'I was drinking too much, gambling too much, you name it. I was angry.
Fiction - The Guy Who Had All The Time In The World By Joe Hakim
Sometimes it gets to be a bit too fuckin' much, I decide, after another day spent wandering the streets aimlessly.
The sky is still bright purple - the colour of a fresh bruise - and the streets are still completely silent; not even the sound of birds chirping or distant traffic in the distance.
Aside from that, everything seems to be much the same, at least on the surface.
There's no visible
Fiction - Kat Out of the Bag Chapter Fourteen By Steve Rudd
Yogesh, my abandoned guide on all things Nepalese, had said that the small
yak-herding settlement of Langsisa was worth seeing if seeing meant believing,
being as it is so isolated and yet further east of Kyangjin.
Yogesh and I had discussed where I might like to trek on my trip before
we embarked from Kathmandu, and he'd proposed the Langtang trek as being
an ideal one
Fiction - The Burden - A Short Story By Joe Hakim
I step out into the sun and close my eyes, letting the light wash over my face.
It's cold, and the wind pinches my cheeks but I feel complete, for the first time ever.
Today the world is different. Today is the first day of a new beginning.
Everything feels real and vivid, and I bathe in it, taking it all in like a child
seeing a painting for the first time, judging the angles and
Fiction - Off To See The Wild West Show Part 17 (1886: Hull, Yorkshire) By Frank Beill
When we got further out into the Atlantic my companions became wary of going up on deck. When they did they scanned the horizon and talked in low voices if there were dark clouds heading towards us. The ocean swell was stronger but these weren't the rough seas they expected in repetition of the previous crossing.
I was pleased we weren't enjoying the great sickness
Fiction - Welcome To Hellville - Part 16 By Rich Mills
"What music are you into, man?" The American exchange student who had earlier introduced
himself, without any regard for Alan's need to be alone, suddenly threw a curve-ball
of a question like this in his direction.
"Well I listen to..." What followed was a definitive list of bands from Alan's
wide-ranging rare vinyl and CD collection, he even
Fiction - Zero and the Neighbours Part 1 - Demo version 0.1 By Joe Hakim
Frank was one of the regulars. From the first day I started dealing poker on the tables, Frank was there. To look at, he was your typical moody old man - old in the Father Christmas sense - white hair, a huge white beard and a round gut that hung out of his shirt and over his belt. You could imagine him sat in a grotto in the bottom of Princes Quay with some mewling
Fiction - Just like Eddie by Bob Spence
I don't know exactly when I got into it but there you are.
Like most lads, I suppose it was the thought of being Bristol's answer to
Elvis that was some kind of inspiration.
Yes that was always there in the back of my mind, but the accent never sounded
quite right to be fair.
Anyway. The South Deans Village Youth Club was a right place back then and we used
Fiction - The Wall by Darren Sant
Sometimes your best is just not enough.
Panic stricken and panting I arrive.
There it is, a fucking huge wall. An obstacle blocking my progress.
A visible representation of all that I can't achieve.
Nervously I look behind me. I lash out at it, kicking and punching but to no avail.
It is rock solid. I jump but find it too high. I take a running jump
Fiction - Divine by Blair Ashworth
"Mein Führer? Mein Führer?" The old man in the long grey coat was bent over the body slumped in the chair.
"Give it a few more seconds, Henry," said the doctor. "Do you speak any German? It might lessen the shock." No, Henry didn't speak any German and he didn't much care about any shocks he might deliver.
Behind the heavy oak chair,
Fiction - Scissors, Paper, Stone! By Bob Spence
The Lord Nelson was your typical run-down seventies pub. The decor was in disarray, with half a mind to venerate the Royal Navy's biggest hero or to catch the eye of the potential clientele with the latest fashion. In this manner it achieved neither.
Mickey was the prototype glass collector for every
Fiction - Drowning, Swimming By Joe Hakim
Keith sat and stared at his wife, who was holding his daughter and staring at the
28" Philips Widescreen TV situated in the corner of his house, on his laminate floor,
flanked at either side by his Sony sound system and his X-Box.
He was sweating and his head was throbbing - the general effects of the weekend
Fiction - Any Instructions? By Denis Price
It wasn't the first time he'd missed the bus. From the Mess to the monitoring hangar was only a quarter of a mile walk, something he relished during the central European summer as the airbase had been carved out of heavily wooded countryside teeming with wildlife.
Fiction - Second Chances by Nick Quantrill
Available now, Second Chances is a crime fiction novella set in Hull that is
already attracting praise from readers.
Influenced by crime fiction heavyweights Ian Rankin and Hull's Robert Edric,
Second Chances is set to be a great success.
For a taster, see the extract reproduced below, only available
Fiction - Invasion By Bob Spence
Moody just couldn't stop scratching. His shirt was far too stiff at the edge of the collar
and the coarse material was driving him to distraction.
You could also say that Moody was distracted anyway. He was waiting for a letter from his fiancee
and there was none.
Fiction - The Death and Birth and Death of a Legend By Bob Spence
Goober liked to be busy. Some people could handle doing nothing, not Goober Walton.
Running the tidy but ancient gasoline concession suited. Suited well.
It was orderly and everything clearly had its place.
Some would say it looked almost military in its order and for that it
Fiction - Feller's in Cut By Maurice Fairfield
Well that's her gone. You don't remember me do you?
I'll have a pint while you're thinking about it.
It's me Jack, Harry Fergus's son. Here for the funeral.
Thought I'd see her get put under. Not sure why.
It's always a laugh though, watching a parson doing a
Fiction - Firm but Fair By Mark Pollard
Cry-Baby Jim Breaks. He pioneered it, they say.
And the hushed, almost ecclesiastical tones of Ken Walton had heralded it's
entry into Saturday afternoon folklore: the bright lights of
Blackpool and Great Yarmouth, down to the lesser reputes of Ilfracombe and
Skegness had all borne witness
Fiction - Puzzles By Denis Price
I've got a really nice room, when the door's closed I feel ever so safe and warm. It's quiet as well,
just the swish of the wind in the trees outside. I like the trees; they hide the big tall fence.
My watchers say the fence is there to keep me safe, and that's their job too, they're always there