She only had to wait a few minutes.
“You wanted to speak to me?” said the female detective.
“Yes.” She took a deep breath. “A man exposed himself to me. Last night.”
The detective quickly studied the woman. Early thirties, nicely dressed, articulate. She seemed nervous rather than distressed. “Can you describe him?”
“About six foot, white, nice-looking, short dark hair, wearing a dark business suit. I think he’d been drinking.”
“Why do you say that?”
“He seemed a bit befuddled. I think he was relieving himself, but forgot to, you know, um, dress himself properly before he turned around.”
“Where was this?”
“Near the Red Lion, in the town centre.”
“I’ll request the CCTV recordings, we can probably identify him.”
The woman bit her lower lip. “And if you can?”
The detective looked apologetic. “It doesn’t sound like he meant to offend you, so probably a caution. You could make a formal complaint, but…”
The woman thought for a second. “No, I don’t want to cause trouble. The thing is…” She lowered her voice. “He seemed, well, you know. Quite… big.”
The detective smiled and raised an eyebrow. “And?”
“To be honest, I’d rather like to meet him again.”
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Bio: I live in the South-West of the UK, with my wife, our dogs and horses. I am a professional scientist who has recently started writing non-fiction and fiction as a creative hobby, with some modest success in being published. Non-fiction is an outlet for my butterfly mind, fiction for my vivid imagination. I enjoy reading and trying to write romantic and realistic erotica.