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      MATT DELITO

       Confessions of a Police Constable

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Is that a baton you have in your pocket?

       Tinker, Tailor … Spy?

       Crossing over to the other side

       ‘Going the Way of the Dojo’

       You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone

       A victim of fraud

       A Day in the life of a special constable

       A long climb

       Twisted Sister

       An irate customer

       Stopping and searching

       Slowing down for the weekend

       The stolen iPad

       One of those shifts

       The arrest enquiry

       A shot to the heart

       Ambushed in the Riots

       Epilogue

       Footnotes

       Glossary and abbreviations

       Identity codes

       Police ranks

       Acknowledgements

       Read On …

       About the Author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

      The stories in this book describe my experiences working as a police constable in London. To protect confidentiality, not everything I write can be one hundred per cent the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth – some parts have been fictionalised, and names and locations have been changed. I’m unable to share some of my favourite stories because they are part of investigations in progress. Others I must amend slightly because I don’t want to put my colleagues at risk by revealing operationally sensitive information. Most importantly, I really like my job, and I would rather not get dismissed.

       Who am I?

      Hi, my name is Matt Delito.

      I am a police officer in London’s Metropolitan Police Force. Service. I mean Service. In the immortal words of Nicholas Angel in Hot Fuzz – which, incidentally, should certainly be introduced as mandatory viewing for new recruits to the Metropolitan Police – ‘We’re not calling it a “police force” any more; that’s too aggressive.’

      You don’t have to call us the Metropolitan Police Service, or even the MPS – ‘The Met’ will do. Of course, I’m aware that people have an awful lot of other names for us, but many of them aren’t fit to print in a fine publication such as this.

      When I’m on duty, I am usually on ‘team’. This is short for ‘response team’. We’re the guys who come rushing to your assistance when someone breaks into your house and you dial 999. The borough I work in is one of the busiest in London, and I’m part of one of the best teams around. If we are on duty, and you live, work or play in my part of town, you’re in good hands …

      Okay, I haven’t been entirely upfront: my name isn’t, in fact, Matt Delito, although it does have a pretty good ring to it. And my collar number is not PC592MD, and I am not based at Southwark (which is what an ‘MD’ shoulder number would usually indicate).

      If it turns out there’s a PC592MD: I’m sorry, buddy, the number was picked at random.

       Matt Delito

       Pleased to meet you …

      I was slumped back against a tree stump at the edge of the park, watching the two youths run off into the distance. I was only dimly aware of the electronic device I was holding in my hand.

      ‘Hello?

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