This week’s words: Click Dial Infinitesimal Regulation Designation (appoint as in a leader) Platitude (a trite dull or obvious remark) Sheaf Modron Inferior Tread Clarity Calibrate
I looked up from my desk with the expectation that it was going to be one of those days. Overnight a series of crimes had been committed that meant my phone had dialled itself to a standstill.
I was getting sick of the sound of the all too familiar click at the end of my phone every time I dialled a potential informant. No one wanted to know about Charlie Modron.
Charlie had been around as long as crime had existed. He was one of those thickset square headed guys who lived amongst the lowlifes of this world and exploited them as much as he could to achieve whatever low act was next on his agenda.
Charlie had a problem. You knew when he’d been around as the smell of a dungeon permeated the air. It was true Charlie Modron was known to hang out in all sorts of dank dark places.
Charlie not was the sort of criminal to be regulated by regulation, except for the ones he invented for himself. He was the guy full of platitudes when questioned about his activities and who knew that any infinitesimal snippet of information would be seized upon by us the cops.
So he played us believing we were the inferior species. We learnt the hard way that it was prudent to tread carefully around Charlie Modron.
Over the years Charlie had designated himself as the leader of all the bad guys within the town.
Any thug who questioned Charlie’s right to this designation would have the matter clarified usually at the end of a sheaf of papers wrapped round a piece of water pipe. More often than not Charlie was able to convey clearly his message.
All this was known to us in the law enforcement business. We calibrated our daily activities so as not to encroach on Charlie’s territory or modus operandi. Woe betide if any of us got it wrong and turned up at same domestic issue as Charlie’s boys. If was usually red faces on our behalf as we left Charlie’s boys to sort it out.
Charlie had a way of putting you off when he spoke to you. Where we followed strict regulation, Charlie’s boys followed another course of platitude on platitude and if you weren’t careful you would find their boots treading unceremoniously on your face usually as a means of clarifying any infinitesimal issue that might be bothering Charlie at the time.
Today I picked up my phone and dialled Charlie direct. I heard the click of his receiver as he picked it up. I wanted to clarify the situation at East End Street a known dive of dungeon and dragons aficionados.
I could hear him breathing into the phone then his soft casual voice telling me not to worry my pretty little head over it as his boys had it under control and there was no need for us to interfere.
I felt a sigh of relief as his phone clicked off. Taking a deep breath I picked up a sheaf of papers and decided that today filing would be a good use of my time.