Not Ideal

It started out on a dating app on the computer, to search for her ideal man. She scrolled through, finding just what she was looking for. Steve, he said his name was, in his early thirties. Wearing a moustache, which came straight out of the seventies, she wondered if that was true.

Typing, she was interested, she wondered where he was going to meet. His victims said he would take them somewhere public at first. At least she wouldn’t be harmed there. Also, it wasn’t as if she was going to be on her own. Her colleagues wanted to catch this man, just as much as she wanted to.

His last victim, barely was able to recall what he looked like. The dating site description was always the same I am in my early thirties and I am looking for a soul mate. Someone I can be with for the rest of our lives. If marriage is something you want, then so do I.

‘He’s accepted,’ I said, turning around to my colleague. ‘He wants to meet at The Premier Inn, in a few hours. We need to catch this guy, and I don’t mind going.’

‘This is a dangerous man, he’s killed five women.’

‘We’ve got the team ready, and it won’t be like I am alone. The hotel is just by Heathrow Airport. He was about to run, I’m sure of it. This guy isn’t stupid. Well, maybe a little stupid, but come on, this will be our last chance to catch him.’

‘Alright, but this time you are wearing a wire.’

he chose to dress conservatively, because she didn’t want the judge to say this was a honey trap. They just needed to see this man, and arrest him. Sitting at the bar, she covered her drink with her thumb. He was a charmer, but many women were drugged before they were killed.

‘You must be Charlie,’ Steve said.

Different to his profile picture; he was at least twenty years older than he said. Although, he was handsome, she was glad she wasn’t alone. ‘Nice to meet you,’ she said.

‘Can I buy you a drink?’

‘I’m good thanks. You off somewhere?’ she asked, looking down at his small carry case.

‘Yea, business trip, I work for a bank in the city.’

I search out the only woman, who has lived to give us vital information. I hear one word in my earpiece. ‘Yes.’ She is brave being here, and my arrest is imminent.

‘No, you don’t, and I am arresting you for the murder of Jessica Jones, Sheila Mason and Elizabeth Carton’

I loved being a policewoman, justice was served.