The events depicted do not relate to any person living or dead but if a retired detective thinks it might be she or he...think hard about your criminal misdeeds!
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An ex-Scotland Yard officer, detective inspector Don Masters has been educated in turning crime into profit for himself. He and his team of detectives, some - not that many naturally - are scrupulously honest and kept out of the loop. He knows how to get results: with his firm of informants he lines his own pockets and greases the palms of others. Gaining privileges along the way Masters makes deals in his beat in Walthamstead that let some villains off the hook and incarerates the innocent which, from a police point of view, is how it should be.
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Sex is a requirement for a CID officer and Masters and some of his colleagues dive in with gusto. But over-the-side-sex has it's pitfalls that grab Masters and several of his colleagues by the testicles and sets a chain of events that end in murders.
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The author served thirteen years in the Essex Constabulary, eleven of those in the CID., where he was seconded to the fraud squad and then the murder squad. For two years he was seconded to New Scotland Yard, where he rubbed shoulders with flying squad officers. His duties were to investigate possible London connections with provincial crimes. Whilst at New Scotland Yard he supplied evidence in a trial at The Old Bailey that led to the imprisonment for seven years of a fellow Scotland. Yard detective inspector. The prescient warning of the then Her Majesty's Inspector of Constabulary that giving the evidence would end his career was spot on.