by Bruce Cooke
“Write your story, Pipa, but I want to see it before you print. I want no mention of Pallister. Just say you discovered the source of the plot, and it had been resolved.”
“Why. What’s wrong in mentioning Pallister?”
“This could destroy the credibility of the Federal Police. Mention the fact that the identity of the crooks have been made, and the Police are investigating. You can mention Creswick as being the main source of the corruption. That should do it.”
“And what will happen to Pallister?”
“He will be advised to resign because of ill health. Nothing more.”
Pipa was furious. “You mean he will get away with this?”
The commissioner smiled. “I didn’t say that. Let us take care of it.”
Scott grabbed her arm. “Leave it, Pipa. They know what they are doing.”
She could see the determination in his eyes and nodded.
“Okay,” she said reluctantly.
The commissioner thanked them for their cooperation, and Pipa and Scott went to her place.
“Do you mind telling me what is going on?”
“Simple. The commissioner can’t have the credibility of the force taken down any more than it has. If the Assistant Director is seen to be a crook, then that will have repercussions on the force and the government. That would destroy the Federal Police. He will just disappear into some prison somewhere, never to be let out.”
“Then that’s it then?”
“I hope so. Can’t see any other problems.”
Pipa wrote her story, and it made front page. Another item appeared on the third page about Assistant Director Roger Pallister having to resign because of ill health. The police wanted to thank him for the years of service he gave to the force. It is thought he may have a terminal disease.
Scott knew exactly what would happen to Pallister. In a couple of months, it would be announced that he had passed away and the appropriate condolences given.
Best not to give his thoughts to Pipa.
He looked lovingly at Pipa, who returned the expression.
“So what are we going to do now?” she asked, slipping her arms around his neck.
“I can think of a few things,” he said before kissing her.
“Apart from that. Where are we headed?”
“Where do you want us to head?”
“I told you how I felt when I was with Greg,” Pipa said.
“Yeah, you liked him, but not enough for marriage.”
“That’s true. What about you?”
“Never thought I would meet another girl I would like to marry. She probably couldn’t handle my way of life.”
“So you are off for more adventure then.”
“Depends,” Scott said.
“On what?”
“On whether you can change your mind about marriage.”
She stepped back. “Are you proposing to me?”
“Would it shock you if I was?”
“I would think about it for a while before I gave an answer.”
“How long is a while?” he asked.
She looked at her watch. “About two minutes.”
He grinned at her. “Pipa Barret. Will you marry me?”
“Absolutely. I thought you would never ask.”
“I will need to find a job somewhere. I can’t have you keeping me in luxury.”
“Ever thought about being an investigating reporter?”
“I’m not a journalist,” he said.
“No, but you are very good in finding facts. I’m sure Fred will hire you. You discover the facts, and I write the story.”
“It might work. I know this inquisitive reporter who never lets go of a story. I think I could work with her.”
“Really. What’s she like?”
“Tall, slim, beautiful, and a great lover. I think about her every day.”
“A good lover, you say. How about showing me what she does? I might learn something.”
He looked at his watch. “I think I have the time.”
She punched him on the arm. “I love you, Scott Peters.”
“That’s funny. I love you, too.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Bruce Cooke
I have been writing for over twenty years and have 29 books published with several publishers. I also wrote the initial script for the stage show of the C.S.Lewis childrens classic, The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. It ran some eight years ago in all the capital cities of Australia, with great success. I like the Australian Colonial genre, among my other genres, and enjoy writing stories. I also like Adventure Romance.
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