Since last Friday, umpteen messages have been left on some phantom voice mail in Washington DC Interpol. Still nothing. Someone was supposed to have been here to take my statement this time last week.

All this fucking palaver over me doing this now, before he lawyers up, & more importantly, while I’m safe over the pond. Yet 3 weeks later, 6 weeks before I have to go back to Scotland, we’re still at square one. Nothing. Nowt, nada, zero. Sweet fuck all.

I mean, what the fucking fuck?!

Seems this detective is all fancy email headers & no goddamn action. It’s fucking ridiculous & I’m tired of waiting. They have till the end of this week, I fucking mean it. I’m done with this shit.

Maybe if the local PD left their traffic stops alone & came after some real criminals.. but no, I guess busting some fool with a rock in his shoe is all their worth.. & that’s the shit of it all, it’s not even an officer we’re waiting on. It’s the real deal. He’s already been on holiday one of those 3 weeks, so.. when he’s on holiday nobody’s raped during that week right? Otherwise he’d have someone to cover him, no? Someone who would have got back to us. Anyone?!

“If someone hasn’t been in touch by friday, call me & I’ll make things happen” he says. Well, we’ve fucking called & called & called. Bout time these fuckers pulled their damn socks up & did what they’re paid for. All it takes is a half hour, a notepad & a fucking pen.

Is it any wonder the success rate is a mere 4%?! Hell, atleast the time frame blame is no longer my own.

Great work guys, I can really see the time, dedication & of course the very reasons you entered into this specialist profession.