recently finished an 18-hour shift, had six hoursâ sleep, and gone straight in for another 14 hours. Some of the skippers were completely unstoppable; bloody superheroes, the lot of them. The clock he was referring to is the force target of getting prisoners to custody within an hour of arrest.
âBut yeah, knock yourself out,â he added. âKeep me posted.â
âThanks, sarge,â I said.
âOut,â he replied, and vanished from the spare channel.
I walked to the back of the police van.
âWhatâs your name, mate?â I said.
âItâs Case Jacobs,â he said.
âCase?â I replied. âUnusual name, whereâs that from?â
âItâs spelled K-E-E-S,â he said. âIâm from Belgium.â
âNice to meet you, Kees,â I said. âNormally, weâd have taken you straight to a police station, but I propose we go talk to the bicycle shop owner first. Is that okay by you?â
âOf course,â he said.
âGood,â I said, closing the back doors on the caged Transit van, before throwing the keys to the Astra to Kim and climbing into the van through the side door.
Simon and Kim drove the vehicles to the bike shop, whilst I had a quick chat with Kees in the back of the Transit van.
âSo, what happened, then?â
âI went into the bike shop to buy a new lock, as my last one was cut in half by the thieves, and I saw my bike there! I told the shop owner, but he said it wasnât my bike and that I couldnât have it back. So I took it.â
âHow can you know itâs your bike?â I asked.
âLook at it!â he laughed. âHave you ever seen a bike like that? I fixed it up myself. Thereâs no way thatâs not my bike. I changed the seat, and I can tell you every detail of every part of that bike.â
Then began a monologue about the various bits and pieces he had used to make it âthe perfect bikeâ.
âIt has Shimano XTR components all around, even the chain,â he said, âbut I blasted off the markings so thieves wouldnât see them,â he said.
I took a closer look at the bike; true enough, every part was gleaming from having been sandblasted, and no markings were visible anywhere.
âThat puts us in a bit of a weird situation, though,â I said. âYou say youâve done it so thieves wonât know that the bike is valuable, right?â
Kees replied with a nod.
âBut thatâs a pretty common thing for thieves to do as well, so owners wonât recognise their own bikes â¦â
We arrived at the bike shop.
âHang on here for a second,â I told Kees. âIâm just going to have a chat with the owner.â I turned to Kim, whoâd just finished calling in an update about our situation. âWanna keep our friend company?â I asked.
âYeah, sure,â she said, and walked to the back of the van, opening one of the doors to give our prisoner some fresh air.
I walked into the bike shop. The owner was there, looking none too pleased.
âTook you fucking long enough,â he said.
âTrue,â I said. âBut we caught the guy.â
The shopkeeper did a double take, then leaned forward and looked at the van. He couldnât see into it.
âSeriously?â
âYeah, we spotted him as he was cycling along, so we stopped him.â
âWow, thatâs great!â
âOne little thing, though: he says the bike is his.â
âYeah, he told me the same,â the shopkeeper said. âBut no ⦠no way. Some kid brought it in the other day to get a flat tyre fixed.â
âIn your opinion,â I said, âis that a valuable bike?â
âItâs a funny one, actually,â the shopkeeper said. âItâs a pretty standard Cannondale. Theyâre popular bikes, but itâs a mid-range bike, not usually particularly expensive. This
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations