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Transferring wasn't Bellamy's idea, though he'd taken it with good grace; on paper it wasn't exactly a bad thing, even if his previous immediate superior seemed to privately disagree. When all was said and done, it was at least probably a good thing to get said superior and Bellamy at least a couple of floors apart, and that had been a thought that occurred to him on more than one occasion. Considering the paperwork to complete said transfer a blessing in disguise (the disguise of paperwork, christ), he packed up his desk and moved without fuss or fanfare.
The notion 'calm before the storm' had occurred to him, too - once or twice.
('Start as you mean to go on' had not; if he wanted an unremarkable and stress-free career, he wouldn't be in the police force in the first place.)
Rather than partnering with anyone, he was assigned a babysitter in the form of Dougal Gillis - "so if you bollocks this up, I've got first go at the upside of your head, lad" - who at least appeared to treat everyone this way, with the exception of their Chief Inspector. Bellamy, after a brief meeting with the man, was inclined to think Dougal's off-colour remarks behind Abberline's back were exaggerations for effect. (And compliments, although it took him longer to come to this conclusion.) Gillis, who had (as he explained, at length) his own work to do, expected to hand off him off to be burped (his ability to maintain a straight face was tested at this point) when he didn't have the time to do it himself. He gave the impression of having more energy than his body required, in an interesting contrast to Abberline's quietude.
After resigning himself to being referred to as Gillis's infant for the foreseeable future (he had fifty/fifty odds on it being affectionate, for a value of 'mad Scotsman'), he set up the picture Cypra gave him for his desk. Bosch seemed more suited to starting as he meant to go on than anything else involved in the transfer, a thought he would soon regret having.
The first case - "get your coat, love, you've pulled" and Gillis may be a sexual harassment case waiting to happen even if he did deliver the line and the file with all the seriousness of an axe murderer - was a body dump at Peckham Lodge. Three bodies, as it turned out; two women and a man, twenties at a glance, disembowelled and dumped naked around the back of the hotel.
Ducking under the police tape, it was very obviously a dump - there was no way they'd been murdered there, even accounting for a certain disinclination to tell the police anything about what someone might or might not have heard that night - which made the pertinent question 'where the fuck is our primary crime scene'.
The notion 'calm before the storm' had occurred to him, too - once or twice.
('Start as you mean to go on' had not; if he wanted an unremarkable and stress-free career, he wouldn't be in the police force in the first place.)
Rather than partnering with anyone, he was assigned a babysitter in the form of Dougal Gillis - "so if you bollocks this up, I've got first go at the upside of your head, lad" - who at least appeared to treat everyone this way, with the exception of their Chief Inspector. Bellamy, after a brief meeting with the man, was inclined to think Dougal's off-colour remarks behind Abberline's back were exaggerations for effect. (And compliments, although it took him longer to come to this conclusion.) Gillis, who had (as he explained, at length) his own work to do, expected to hand off him off to be burped (his ability to maintain a straight face was tested at this point) when he didn't have the time to do it himself. He gave the impression of having more energy than his body required, in an interesting contrast to Abberline's quietude.
After resigning himself to being referred to as Gillis's infant for the foreseeable future (he had fifty/fifty odds on it being affectionate, for a value of 'mad Scotsman'), he set up the picture Cypra gave him for his desk. Bosch seemed more suited to starting as he meant to go on than anything else involved in the transfer, a thought he would soon regret having.
The first case - "get your coat, love, you've pulled" and Gillis may be a sexual harassment case waiting to happen even if he did deliver the line and the file with all the seriousness of an axe murderer - was a body dump at Peckham Lodge. Three bodies, as it turned out; two women and a man, twenties at a glance, disembowelled and dumped naked around the back of the hotel.
Ducking under the police tape, it was very obviously a dump - there was no way they'd been murdered there, even accounting for a certain disinclination to tell the police anything about what someone might or might not have heard that night - which made the pertinent question 'where the fuck is our primary crime scene'.
[ "Hang on," Bellamy said, not looking up from where he was crouched next to one of the bodies, "I know what this is."
Gillis refrained from pointing out that he, too, knew basic human anatomy and waited.
"They stamp you with this at Alkahest. Have they all got one?"
"What the fuck is Alkahest when it's at home?"
"It's a nightclub," he said, moving on and checking the other two to confirm.
Gillis's silence spoke volumes; Bellamy glanced at him, wry. "My sister's in university."
"Oh." ]
