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The sun was beating down on his face and as he awoke groggy and confused, he developed a sick feeling against chapped lips and scratchy throat. Sid Carter put his hand to his eyes and groaned. He was really uncomfortable he decided, he was lying somewhere uncomfortable and as his body scrambled to move, his arm made contact with something hot and metallic beside him with a ringing bang that made his head ache even more. He turned to one side and found he had a metal wall against him. He turned to the other side and his stomach lurched, he could see the whole Kemble Valley laid out in front of him with a 30ft drop between him and the ground.
“FUCK!” he scrambled backwards and looked up. With a terror he knew exactly where he was and suddenly he was stone cold sober. He stared up at the rest of the Chandler Chicken Farms Grain Silo, and then carefully down at the rest of the Derrick Tower he’d woken on. The confusion of how he got there gave way to the desperate need to get to the ground, he didn’t mind heights normally but the idea he had been seconds from becoming a jam splat on the stone farm yard below him had him dry retching.
Sid had just reached the ground, his heart thumping, his hands to his knees, eyes closed and panting for breath, when he felt a hand on his shoulder and he stood up sharply.
“Carter?” DI Sullivan grimaced.
“Sullivan” Sid tried for flirty, tried for cheeky but it was taking all his energy not to vomit so it came out as a breathy pant.
“What are you doing here?” Sullivan asked
“No fucking clue” Sid pointed at the grain silo “just woke up on that bloody thing, think I’m gonna have a heart attack” he turned to the policeman “why are you here?”
“Do you know Oscar Chandler?” Sullivan asked seriously and saw Sid’s eyes dart back and forth.
“Yeah, knew him as a kid, see him about why?”
“Sidney Carter, I’m arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Oscar Chandler, you do not have to say anything,,,,”
“What, fucking hell? What?” Sid started
“Come along Carter we can discuss this at the station”
“What makes you think I did it, I’ve been asleep ain’t I?” Sullivan stopped and stepped back from the younger man looking down at his body, Sid followed the gaze, the front of his shirt and trousers were covered in very dark red stains. Sid shook his head, he’d woken at a crime scene covered in blood “Fuck!