22/03/2026
Busy morning working on the next Novel Hellriders-3. A thousand words that are entirely a meeting between Detective Inspector Hopkins, and his Chief Constable (Cuntstable as Hopkins thinks of him). So much fun to write.
Hopkins knocked on the plain brown door in the local headquarters in Mablethorpe, the temporary tag on it said “Chief Constable.”
“More like cuntstable,” whispered Hopkins as a voice from inside said “Come.”
“Ah, Detective Inspector Hopkins,” said the seated officer, “I’ll cut to the chase because I am a busy man. What the hell is going on with your department?”
“Security details for the visiting circus in Ingoldmels have been organised, it’s not an exciting assignment, but we follow the regulations,” replied Hopkins uncertainly.
“Not that s**t, the other stuff that is going on right now,” snapped the CC.
“Are you sure that you want to know?” asked Hopkins quietly.
“This has got to the state where deniability is becoming very difficult to maintain, what is happening?”
“Fine, you asked, we believe that we have at least one succubus working in the area, maybe as many as three, they are formenting domestic discord and domestic violence. As far as we can tell all cases stop at first blood. Our agents have made contact with some of them, and dealt with them quite harshly, but they keep coming back.”
“What proof do you have?”
“Other than the word of our agents?”
“Word that cannot be spoken in court, proof?”
“Statistically speaking there has been a massive upturn in domestic incidents, almost tenfold.”
“What did Churchill say, lies, damned lies, and statistics. Proof?”
“In the last five days we have two hundred cases hospitalised.”
“Two hundred?”
“Yes sir, of those two hundred, four had history.”
“Relevence?” snapped the CC.
“Two percent is very close to the national average.”
“You’re saying that four hundred people have been driven to violence in five days?”
“Those are only the ones hospitalised, many didn’t actually need hospital care, but there have to be some that didn’t go to hospital. There even have to be some where the succubus failed.”
“So what are you doing about this?” demanded the CC.
“Well sir, my agents have already prevented a major incursion at a church in the area, and one at their base, which has made them more than a little cranky.”
“By agents, you mean those scumbag bikers?”
“If you wish to call them that, just don’t do it where they can hear you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Statistically people who p**s them off don’t live long,” Hopkins smiled.
“I have another strange report, besides the damned gunfire at their quote workshop, end quote, an unknown policeman, plain clothed, and a doctor Jones released a mental patient into police custody, but no patient has turned up, explain.”
“I’m not sure how to answer that, how did this information come to light?”
“A nurse on the next shift asked if Doctor Martha Jones was a pretty black woman, the nurse was asked why, her reply was something about a different doctor, do you understand.”
“I think so sir, but doctor Jones has to be one of the most common names in the country.”
“It comes in about number thirty, actually Patel is top of the list, and surprisingly Davies comes in ahead of Jones. Well?”
“I’m not sure that you want to know, sir.”
“Hopkins, one frame of one security camera caught enough of your face for me to be sure, what the f**k is going on?”
“The young woman was exposed to something more powerful than the succubus, we had to get her out and cure her before the medical profession rendered her completely insane.”
“You cured her?”
“Actually a young lady threatened to kill the girl with a sacred knife in order to kill the demon inside her, the demon fled.”
“This is complete insanity, I should have you all locked up, did the possessed girl survive?”
“Yes sir, she recovered quite quickly once the drugs wore off. She is currently residing with the bikers for her own safety.”
“That’s not true, surely?”
“She’s safer there than any where else in the world,” smiled Hopkins.
“Why do I find that hard to believe?” asked CC, “Why do I find all of this hard to believe?”
“Because it is hard to believe, but when you’ve seen a phantom drift through a wall and threaten to kill everyone in the room, it sort of brings it home. When a pump action twelve bore blows the phantom away with loads made of nothing other than salt, then you feel a little safer in your bed.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” snarled the CC.
“Well, we think the succubus phase is over, I have no reports in the last twelve hours. The spectres did tell us that they were going to be summoning their master, and that there would be more deaths.”
“Deaths?”
“That’s something that confuses us, no deaths have been reported, not even any missing persons, it’s very strange,” replied Hopkins.
“Misdirection?”
“I’m not sure that they are intelligent enough for that, They told us that they were going to be summoning the boss, they didn’t need to do that.”
“Maybe they need you to be there,” said CC.
“I don’t believe that, they would have told us where and when it was happening.”
“Maybe they are feeding you enough information to find the time and the place,” said CC.
“I cannot believe that sir, they’re not that smart, we actually have no idea where or when or even how.”
“They could even be lying, and suckering you into a trap.”
“Now you are starting to frighten me,” said Hopkins softly.
“So get out of here, and get this s**t sorted out with out too much in the way of fuss, dismissed.” The Chief Constable looked down at the papers on his desk and picked up his pen again, Hopkins turned and closing the door gently.
