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| THE STOLEN GUITAR by Enola "Good morning Inspector" says one of the police officers. "Good morning guys. Any news?" you ask. "Yes. There was a burglary in a flat in St John's Wood last night." Answers one of them. "Let me guess…Kenny?" "Just him!" says another one. "Let's go there" say you. A quarter later you get at that flat. There are 2 policemen with you. You ring the doorbell and after a while it opens. A man appears. He's not very tall, a bit chunky but not fat!! He's got short dark hair, a beard… "Good morning. I'm the Chief Inspector Andie Evans." You say showing him your badge. "Good Morning. Come in!" says him gently. "My name's James Bradfield." He holds his hand out for shaking yours. Your hands shake each other shortly, but with strength. "Please, sit down!" adds him. You sit in a very comfortable black leather sofa placed in the middle of the room. "Well Mr Bradfield, can you tell me what happened last night?" ask you immediately. "Of course…Would you like something to drink?" he asks in a very kind way. "No, thanx. We don't have much time." You answer. "Well…When I came back last night at 3 more or less, I found the door opened, but nobody was here." Says him answering to your question. "What the thief stole exactly?" ask you. "Just a guitar and some other stuff…" He replies. "Nothing else, I suppose." You say. "Right. You don't seem to be surprised. Have you got any idea about the thief?" He asks, "Yeah, it probably was Kenny!" say you "Who's Kenny? You must know him very well." "Yes. Kenny is an old acquaintance of ours. He's a 16-year-old boy. We catch him once per week at least." "Why do you let him go then? Shouldn't he stay in a reformatory?" "No. He's not bad and commits just minor offences. He steals some chocolate bars, candies bags or 2 or 3 biers. Nobody denounces him." "Why does he do that?" "Because he just wants to attract the attention. He's a nice young boy, after all!" "And his family?" "He doesn't have anybody. His mother died a year ago and his father is in prison. He killed his wife. He was always drunk and used to slap both around." After a short pause you go on, "You know, I'm convinced that there's always a good reason behind every behaviour. As I told before, he's not bad. He only needs a bit of affection." "Everything is clearer now." Says him in a serious tone. "Well, I'm sure we'll catch him soon. We'll call you as soon as we find him. We have to go now." You all stand up and your hands shake each other again. 2 days later you are in your office when someone knocks the door. "Come in!" you say. "Inspector, we have found Kenny." Says a policeman. "Good. Let him come in." After a while the policeman comes in with Kenny. "Hi Kenny. I'm tired of seeing you every week!" say you shaking your head. Then you look at the policeman and tell to him, "Thanx Wilson, you can go. Kenny Kenny…What have I to do with you? Where's the guitar you stole 2 nights ago?" you asks to him smiling. "Guitar? I don't know what you are talking about. I didn't steal any guitar!" answers raising his voice. "Kenny, I'm not stupid at all. You sold it, didn't you?" ask you kindly. He doesn't speak any word, he keeps his look towards the window. "Damn Kenny! I'm trying to help you, but I can't do anything if you don't speak! What did you do with that guitar?" "I sold it." Says him "To whom?" "I only know his name. He's called Frank, I don't know where he lives." He answers looking straight to you. Some minutes later... "Hallo…" a male voice answer. "Mr Bradfield? This is the Inspector Evans…There are some news for you. Could you please come here?" say you quickly preventing your interlocutor from speaking. "Of course, Inspector. I'm coming. Bye!" Toc Toc…"Come in" you say "Inspector…I've just talked to Kenny…and he told me he sold that guitar for 200 pounds…" says Wilson laughing. "Well, I don't know what you mean…" say you indifferent to those words. "Do you know how much does a guitar like that cost? Then it's not a common guitar…it's James Dean Bradfield's guitar…He played a lot of brilliant song with it… 'A design for life', 'Motorcycle emptiness', 'Slash 'n burn'…" he can't go on 'cos you interrupt him, "Stop it! I don't have a clue how much that guitar is worth, and I don't care about it…so, please, leave!" say you very annoyed, "What happens? Why are you so nervous?" asks Wilson, "Nervous? I'm not nervous at all…leave!" reply you in the same way as before. "When Mr Bradfield arrives let him come in!" add you. Ten minutes later you are preparing some tea giving your back at the door. You hear knocking and after some seconds the door opens. You don't turn around 'cos you're sure it's again Wilson... "Wilson, I hope for you you have some more interesting news than the previous…" "You took the words right out of my mouth!" says a voice that's not Wilson's…you know very well that voice. You suddenly turn around and say "Mr Bradfield…sorry! I thought it was Wilson…well, come in and sit down." Say you pointing out the chair. "Would you like a cup of tea?" ask to him, "Thank you!" he replies kindly. "Well Mr Bradfield, there are some good news and some bad…Which news you do want first?" ask to him hanging that cup of tea to him, "First of all, call me James, please! You know, when someone calls me Mr Bradfield I feel so terribly old…anyway, which are the good news?" "We found Kenny, but he had already sold your guitar. I'm sorry!" you say trying to apologize. "Mmmm, it doesn't matter. It was just a guitar…" says him smiling and looking straight to you. "I have to go now," you both stand up and walk towards the door. "Thanx for everything you did for me." Adds James kinder and kinder. "Well, I didn't do much, actually and I feel very sorry. I'd have liked to do more." you reply timidly, "Don't you worry, it's not your fault." He opens the door and adds, "It was a great pleasure to see you." "For me too…James!" you smile. He glances at the plate on the door and finally says, "I hope to see you again soon, Andrea!" About 2 weeks later, you're in your office reading hundreds of telegrams you've been getting for 3 days. There are a lot of flowers everywhere and your desk is full of newspapers. You haven't read them at all, just their presence is unbearable. Each one talks about your heroic deed. 5 days ago a 5-year-old little girl was kidnapped after school and you and your men managed to release her the day after. The main authorities sent expressed their delight through telegrams and flowers. Someone knocks the door, "Come in" you say "Inspector..." says a policeman entering but you prevent him speaking, "Nooooo, other flowers!!" you say very upset as soon as you see him, then you go on "I hate all that!" "What? Flowers?" asks the policeman, "I hate everything! These flowers, all these boring telegrams, but above all, I hate seeing my face on all these newspapers." reply you angrily. "I'm annoyed with them because I've only done my job. Why don't they leave me in peace?" The policeman goes away without speak any words. Suddenly the bunch of flowers he has just brought capture your attention: they are your favourite flowers!! "Strange," you think "Nobody knows yellow roses are my favourite flowers!!" Your curiosity is too high, so you go towards the flowers and take the card. You open and read it. 'Fine piece of work. Well done! James X' You suddenly feel happy and a sweet smile appears on your face! You take a rose and bring it nearer your nose. you close your eyes and smell it deeply. Then you take the phone, "Good Morning. I'd like send some flowers to James Bradfield X Y Z, St John's Wood. Please, include this message 'They are my favourite flowers, thank you. Andrea X' Half an hour later. Your phone rings, "Inspector there's a phone call for you." says a policeman "Wilson I told you I am not here for anybody." you say "Ok, but he said he's the one of the yellow roses..." says Wilson, "Sorry? Ok, pass the call on to me!" says you quieter. "Hello..." you say, "Hello Andrea. It's me, James. I've just got your roses. They are beautiful, thanx!" There's so much sweetness in his voice. It gives you the shivers. "I'm happy you liked them. Also yours are!!" you say, "How are you? You must be very busy in these days..." asks him, "I'm fine, thanx. I'm only a bit stressed. There are a lot of people who want to talk with me or have invited me to eat with them, but I didn't accept any invitation!" you answer. "Ooooh, I wanted to do the same thing! So I think I don't have any chance to invite you to dinner!" says him a bit sorry, "Mmm, let me think..." you pause for a while then you go on, "this evening would be ok for you?" "It'd be perfect!" says James, "Do you like Italian food?" "I love it!" you answer. "Great! I'll phone you later to let you know place and time, ok?" "Ok, I'm waiting for your call. Bye!" You open your wardrobe looking for something nice to wear. You choose a pair of light grey flared trousers and a colourful top. While you're getting dress Oscar appears at the door of your bedroom. "Oscar don't look at me in that way! Don't be angry with me. I promise you I won't be late!" you say. Oscar is your flatmate, but above all, he's your best friend. He's an enormous black Terranova!!! He's sad 'cos he's understood you're going out with a man! He looks at you for a moment then he goes away so you follow him. He's lying on the floor by the sofa with his head down on his paws. You bend down and fondle him sweetly. "Come on Oscar, don't be jealous! You know you're most important than anybody else to me." He doesn't react, "Listen, I promise you next Sunday will spend the whole day together, just you and me. We'll do everything you like!" He suddenly raises his head and he's not sad anymore so you go out. When you enter the restaurant you see James immediately. After a bit he also sees you so he stands up. When you're close you shake hands and kiss you each other on the cheeks. You have a great time, enjoy food and talk about lots of things. "By the way, Evans...are you Welsh?" asks James, "Yes I am! I come from Dyfed." you answer, "Great! It's absolutely fantastic, a Welshwoman Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard! I'm sure your family is really proud of you!" says James enthusiastic. "Well, I don't know, actually. My parents died in a car accident when I was 9. My little sister died too." you say a bit sad. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry, what an idiot! Sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." says James clearly sorry. You take his hands and smiling say, "James, it's alright. Don't worry. It's not a problem for me talking about them. You can ask to me what you like. I have no secrets for you!" Your words and your smile seems to reassure him. "You know, my dad used to call me Andrea, only him did. All the others have always call me Andie, so I'm happy you call me how he did. Please, call me always Andrea, right?" "I will!" says James smiling. While you're walking down the street after having left the restaurant, you hear the alarm of a car. You turn round to try to see what is happening and you see a man near your car. "Fuck, that's my car!" you scream then say to James "Dial 999." You take your gun and run towards your car screaming "Stop, police!" The man run away so you chase him, but he's too fast and you don't managed to reach him. You're too tired so you stop and shout, "Stop immediately or I'll shoot!" but the fugitive doesn't stop so you shoot in the air and he finally stops. "Hands up! Put them on the nape of your neck and on your knees, slowly!" and you handcuffed him. A car of the police arrives and you show you badge to the policemen, one of them says, "Thanx for your collaboration Inspector!" "It's my duty guys!" you say. You look at James, he seems a bit afraid, "James are you ok?" "Yes. Can I ask you something? Have you ever killed anyone?" he asks "No, never. I hope it'll never happen, otherwise I think I won't be able to go on. Do you know what's the worst thing of being a policewoman? I'm a policewoman 24 hours a day, 365 days a year." you answer. "You're an excellent policewoman." he says. "Oscar, James is about to come, so please, behave like a good dog." Your words have no effect on him and that worry you a lot. He considers your house his own territory and is very jealous of it. He doesn't allow anybody to invade it. Your hear the doorbell and go to open the door. "Hi James, come in!" say you happy as soon as you see him. "I've brought something…" says him showing a bottle and a box he's got in his hands. "Wine and chocolates! Great! Thanx" you say with a big smile on your face. Then you add, "By the way, I forgot to ask you if you like dogs." "Yeah, I love them. Why?" says James, "'Cos I have one. He's called Oscar. He's a bit strange, I mean his behaviour…Sometimes he's behaves badly 'cos is very protective towards me…do you wanna meet him all the same?" you say, "Of course, if he won't bite me…" reply him laughing. "God I hope he won't! I'm joking!!" says you laughing too. "Oscar, come here!" After a bit Oscar appears from the kitchen and after a few slow steps he stops. He stars at James and starts barking. "Oscar, stop it! Go back to the kitchen!" say you angrily. Then speaking to James you add, "James, I'm sorry. Oscar usually is adorable, but when a man comes here he becomes another!" "Don't worry, he's only jealous. I'd do the same thing if I had a lovely owner like you." He says staring at you with those marvellous big brown eyes. You both sit down over the sofa and chat for a while. The atmosphere around you is really pleasant and stay close to him is the most exciting thing happened to you lately. You'd like to kiss him 'cos you are sure he also wants to. You are closer and closer and your mouths are about to come in contact. You close your eyes but you suddenly open them when you hear Oscar barking. You look at him and really surprised you say, "I can't believe it! He's brought you his ball!" "What does it mean?" asks James "It means he likes you and wants you to play with him! It's incredible, he hasn't ever done that before!" reply you amazed and happy. After having eaten James goes near the table by the window and takes a silver frame. "This is your family, isn't it?" asks James, "Yeah," you answer, "This photo was taken about 2 weeks before the accident during my birthday party. My last birthday with them. This picture is the only thing I have of them." You feel a deep sadness and you don't manage to hold back your tears, "I'm sorry" say you sobbing, "I miss them so much." James holds you tight while you keep crying and sobbing loudly. He keeps silent and holds you at him tighter and tighter. You calm down slowly. You move away from him a little bit then he puts his hands on your face and dries your eyes and says, "Wash your face!" You go to the bathroom and wash your face. You stay there for a while. When you back to the sitting room you see James looking at your CD's placed by the stereo. "You have a good state as regards music. You like U2, don't you?" asks James, "Yeah, a bit!" say you. "A bit? You have each album! Which is your favourite one?" asks him, "Mmm, not sure. I like old stuff above all, by I think the best is 'The Joshua Tree' " you answer. He takes that CD and says, "Not bad! And what about your favourite song?" "No doubt here. I adore 'One'" you answer. He replaced the CD and says, "It's from 'Achtung Baby', right?" he takes and CD and reads "It's track no. 3" He opens the box, takes the CD and puts it on the CD player. The song starts and he approaches you. He sings covering Bono's voice. "Is it getting better or do you feel the same? Will it make it easier on you now you got someone to blame," he puts his arms around your waist and looking straight in the eyes he keep singing, "You say, one love, one life, when it's one need in the night. It's one love, we get to share it. It leaves you baby if you don't care of it." He stops singing and kisses you sweetly. Then you say, "I think it'd be perfect listen to this song and make love at the same time!" "It isn't a bad idea at all!" whispers James before kissing you again. You fall onto the sofa and strip each other slowly. He caresses and kisses every inch of your skin while your hands run up and down his back. Everything is perfect. You wish it lasts forever. It's been a long time since you felt so fucking good. You forget everything: your sad adolescence in the orphanage, your dangerous job…Nothing matters now. "You know," says James, "I've never been with a policewoman before." "Oh, what about it?" ask you, "Absolutely great! I liked it. I think we should do it again soon!" whispers James. "Even now, if you aren't too tired!!" finally you say. You leave the police station at 7 pm after a hard day. You are looking forward to having a relaxing bath 'cos you just need it. There's James by your car and you aren't happy at all to see him. "Hi Andrea. How are you?" says him, "Fine." Answer you without looking at him. "Why are you ignoring me? Did I do anything wrong?" asks James, "I don't know what are you talking about, I'm not ignoring you." Reply you indifferent, "Stop telling stories. What's up? Don't you think I need an explanation?" asks him angry. You take a deep breath and say "I've thought over us and I think we shouldn't met anymore." "What?" says James astonished, "I don't understand. I thought there was something between us" "It's the best thing to do James, I'm sorry" you open the door of your car but he prevents you doing it. "The best thing…who's the best thing for?" asks him raising his voice, "For both. It can't work." Answer you, "All that's crazy! That night we had a great time, have you forgotten it?" "Just a night James. I was down and I needed someone to feel better." "You mean it was just sex for you. I don't believe you. You felt something and you can't deny that." You can't go on to lie, "Damn James, open your eyes!" say you raising your voice, "I'm a policewoman, I jeopardise my life every day. Every morning I go out hoping to come back home on the evening, and every night before sleeping I thank God 'cos I'm still alive. I don't want you to worry for me wondering if you'll be able to see me again. Try to understand, it's not easy for me, but I don't want to hurt you." You get into your car and before you set in motion it, James gets into too. He takes your hand and says, "Andrea, it can't over in this way. Let's talk again about that, please!" Before you manage to speak you see a policeman coming, "Inspector, we've located one of the young girl's kidnappers." He says. "James I must go. Get out." "No, I come with you." Says him "James this is not a game. It's too dangerous, please get out!" say you imploring him, "Whether you like it or not I'll come with you." He says firmly. You take the siren and put it on the roof of your car and leave. After some minutes you see the kidnapper's car in front of you. He accelerates so you do the same. Meanwhile, other 3 police cars are behind you. You keep chasing the kidnapper. He crashes his car into a wall but manages to run away. You stop you car and say to James, "Whatever happens, stay here, right?" "Ok. Be careful!" You get out your car and with your men chase the kidnapper. He shoots against you, so you're obliged to protect yourselves behind the wall. A policeman go ahead, you follow him together with other 2 policemen. The kidnapper enters an uninhabited house, you follow him then you take different directions. Everything happens very quickly. You see that the man is about to shoot at one of your men. You immediately shout, "Harris!!" The kidnapper turns over; he's about to shoot at you but you're quicker than him. He falls to the ground. Harris kicks his gun and bends on him. Meanwhile, the other policemen arrive. You say, "Call an ambulance." Harris look at you and says, "It doesn't matter, he's dead!" You get petrified, you can't believe it. You drop your gun, bend on him and try to resuscitate him. "You can't die! Breath, fucking bastard! You can't do this to me! Come on, breath!" Shout you crying. "Inspector stop! He's dead." Says Harris lifting you up. You go out. James runs towards you. "Andrea, are you fine?" asks him deeply worried. "No, I'm not. I've just killed a man." He tries to hold you but you stretch you arm out, "I need to stay alone." You get into your car and leave. The day after you go to the police station. You enter the office of your superior. "Oh Evans, come in." says him. You don't say anything and put your badge on his desk. "What does it mean Evans?" asks him. "I leave the police." Reply you. "Evans are you mad?" says him clearly astonished. "I know what you feel, but I remind you, you did your duty. The main duty of each policeman is to protect his colleagues. If you hadn't shot at him, he'd have killed Harris." He takes a short pause then goes on, "Evans, I've been in the police for almost 30 years and you're one of the best policewomen I've ever met. I can't allow you to leave. You're too important for all of us. Take a break, all the time you need, and think over that." Four days later you go to James'. You ring his doorbell and wait a bit. "Fuck James, where the hell are you?" You are about to going when the door opens. "Andrea!" says James. He lets you enter, "I'm so happy to see you. I was really worried for you. I'd have liked to phone you but I preferred leave you in peace. How are you?" "I don't know. I'm so tired. I've thought a lot during the past few days. I don't know what to do any more. I don't managed to eat, I don't manage to sleep. Each time I close my eyes I see myself shooting at that man." "You don't have to feel guilty, he was a bastard. He got what he deserved." He holds you tight and says, "You must eat something and sleep a bit. I'll take care of you now." He kisses your forehead. You wake up and find James sleeping prone close to you. You move above him touching his shoulders and his arms. You kiss them trying to wake him up, but he keeps on sleeping. You start whispering in his ear, "James wake up, please. I want you inside me now. James…" He suddenly moves above you sticking you into the bed. "Did you say anything? Tell it again!" says him, "Shag me!" you whisper, "I'll do everything you like baby. You just have to ask for it." He kisses you with passion and penetrates you deeply. "Oh James…" say you panting, "Please don't stop!" "Do you like it?" asks James panting too. "Yeah…it's wonderful…You're wonderful…James…" Later. You hold each other tight. "Were you afraid the other day?" ask you. "Just a bit. You're an excellent policewoman and I was sure everything would have gone well." Reply James, "By the way, you drive very well. Where did you learn to?" "At driving school!" answer you. After a while you start laughing, "I'm joking! I was very clumsy at the beginning, a disaster! But I improved when I entered police." "Mmm, I'm not surprised at all. You do everything so well…" says James, "Really? Which is the thing I do better?" ask you very curious. "I don't tell you it. Use your imagination!" says James finally. <<< Enola's stories |