Continuing our series of short fiction set in, or influenced by London. This time, Emily Williams recounts a ghostly police chase.
Sirens Of The Tideway
Through the chopper's window PC Dave Witham watched the headlights of the A321 pulse along the northern bank of the Thames.
"Should be a quiet night." He said. Mark, the EC 145's pilot, nodded in response.
They whirred over the South Bank and past the luminous clock face of the London Eye. As they gained altitude, the threads of streets tangled into a ragged lacework, stretching out to the horizon where the lights bled into the night sky. The view from the window was pretty, but full of illusions. Dave looked at the same view on the thermal imager, in all its monochrome reliability.
The radio crackled.
"Here's your quiet one. Building site, Walthamstow."
The postcodes and boroughs rolled out beneath them. Away from the centre, parks and reservoirs rent holes in the taut lattice of roads.
They circled the building site. The thermal imager showed nothing except a few scurrying rats. Dave turned on the searchlight. It was impossible to tell whether the site was half way through construction or demolition. Cement flesh clung to multiple ironwork skeletons. Dave saw something move on the tallest one.
"There! There! Two females."
"Females?"
"Yeah. White hoodies, can't see much else."
Dave radioed his observations to the ground units and watched as the two figures climbed the structure. As an escape strategy, it was doomed to fail, but he admired their spirit. They didn't react to the chopper overhead. Dave angled the searchlight into one of the women's faces. She looked up without flinching, her features blasted by the 13 million candlelight beam. The corners of her mouth twitched into a smile.
He watched the officers on the ground circling the base of the building. The women reached the top and straddled the ring beam, 15 storeys up. After 10 minutes the ground units concluded that there was nothing there except some loose tarps.
Dave guided the searchlight back onto the top of the building. They were gone. He turned to Mark.
"You saw them though?"
"Nah, but then I was on the controls."
They flew over the site again, flooding each of the unbuilt towers with light. They did not find anyone. Nothing had been taken, but the security guard was certain he had seen two intruders climb the half finished tower. Dave switched on the thermal imager to check it was still functional. Around the site the streets were animated with the glow of moving vehicles and the occasional pedestrian. On the site there was nothing but the dull grey of empty buildings.
"Funny one, that. They didn't try to hide — it was like they wanted me to follow them."
Mark was silent and rubbed one of the monitors on the dashboard with his cuff.
More calls followed: to Haringey to track a suspected burglar who had already been apprehended by the time they arrived; the usual rave in Hackney, crowds of revellers on the roof of an old warehouse who greeted the chopper as though it had come from another planet. Their presence did little to calm the situation.
Flying south to a fire in Battersea, they passed the power station whose brickwork face held court over its surroundings. The fire was in an office by the river. Flames balled out and sent dense black clouds of smoke into the sky.
They followed a moped which had been seen shortly before the blaze and was heading south on the A23, through Brixton and along Tooting Bec Common.
"They're dumping it." Dave watched two figures running onto the Common. His stomach dropped as he recognised the two women from earlier: two flecks of white running towards the railway line.
He turned the search light onto the tracks which glimmered under the beam. The women approached the railway. As they stepped onto the tracks, they were illuminated by two headlights heading south which almost matched the searchlight for brightness.
"Oh, shit." Dave watched the train pass without slowing and continue under Tooting Bec Road.
The ground units found nothing in the woods to the East of the Lido, or on the train tracks themselves. The driver did not report seeing anyone near the tracks and was certain he had not collided with any pedestrians.
"You saw them?" Dave asked as they flew away from the abandoned search. The instant coffee he had drunk before the shift echoed in his mouth.
"Yeah." Mark looked straight ahead. "Yeah, I did."
It was 4.03 am, an hour before the end of the shift, when they were called to the Isle of Dogs. It was late. They had 30, maybe 45 minutes flying time left in the tanks.
In contrast to the solid warehouses and dock buildings, the Thames was unruly, writhing and giggling under the lights of the chopper as they touched the water.
"There's something on the river." Mark said.
Dave rubbed his eyes and passed his palm over his nose and mouth. His face was greasy and rubbery. He looked down at the river and blinked. A small, apparently unpowered raft was floating down the river.
As it came directly underneath, Dave could just make out its two passengers. He grasped at his seat belt, seeking reassurance. His hand felt alien to him.
"Mark, it's them. The women from before."
"Your two little white riding hoods."
The radio buzzed. Dave clicked it off without looking away from the tiny craft.
He turned off the searchlight and the GPS. The raft was still visible in the moonlight, the women's white tops billowing like flags.
The city froze behind them. The only sound was the whirr of the blades which kept the two men afloat down the Thames, through Kent and past Canvey Island. The chopper carried on behind the raft as it picked up speed into the Channel.
As the helicopter's engine finally cut out and it tumbled into the sea, four eyes watched as it was swallowed by the water and sunk, soundlessly.
Copyright, Emily Williams, 2014. Image by Kris Wood, via the Londonist Flickr pool.
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Previously in this series
London at Night
- The Soho Nocturnes: Sebastian Groes tries to shatter the concrete dream that is London.
- The Station Clock: Peter Watson takes a slow walk to Euston.
- Asparagus and Syrian Gold: A guy on a blind date takes a risk… but will it pay off?
- The Race: Susanna James races against the dying of the light.
Summertime
- The Patient Banker: Tom Dean has a visitor call in at a houseboat.
- An Afternoon Some Time Ago: Nathan Good takes a nostalgic ride on the London Eye.
- Easy Pickings: Kay Seeley is being vigilant on the South Bank.
- Stepping Stones: Alison Chandler goes on a night walk.
- One Summer in London: Angela M. Rodriguez steals a very personal item and then wears it at Notting Hill Carnival.
London razed
- Blackout on Fen Street: Seth Insua wishes away the city.
- The Man From BEER: Which bits of London would you delete? By David Ritchie.
- London Falls: Liz Hedgecock unleashes a digital wipeout on the city.
- They Walked: Adam MacLean ponders what would happen if London’s building just got up and left.
- The Wallbuilder: A great wall was built around London, not everyone was happy, by Jonathon Dean.
- Tastes Like Chicken: Glen Delaney retreats inside London’s oldest fortress.
- The Conqueror: Rebecca Sams filches a legendary London object.
- The Busker Ascends: Darren Lee brings plague to Leicester Square.
Transport tales
- Amelie: Narges Rashidi considers the interactions of three people on a District Line tube.
- Shelter Drawings: Stuart Snelson’s tale of a mysterious Circle Line artist.
- Tracks and Albums: Richard Lakin attracts the attentions of the British Transport Police.
- Seeing Red: Anthony Fitzgerald on the woes of a cab driver.
- Instant Karma on the 263 to North Finchley: one seat left on the bus. Next to you. Raving drunk gets on. By Ronnie Capaldi.
- The Sender of Second Chances: Anthea Morrison records a chance encounter on a bus.
Future/History
- Two Four Eight: Lance V Ramsay envisions an Orwellian dystopia in the lingo of future London.
- Old Nichol: Jill Fricker evokes the woes of the old East End.
- Clissar: Grazia Brunello dips into the future of north London, through a glass darkly.
Horror/Thriller
- Harvest Festival: A spooky Halloween tale in the London suburbs by Helen Craig.
- Ordinary Days in London: Madelaine Hills on a Docklands disturbance.
- Bishopsgate: Oliver Zarandi visits the site of a bomb.
Fantasy
- The Perfect Gift: A Christmas fairy tale in which London’s statues come to life, by Katherine Wheston.
- The City Inside: Tom Butler has some curious metropolitan anatomy.
Relationships/sex
- Jazz Code and the Tube: The ambivalence of dating, by Jenny Mackenzie.
- A Free Man: Melanie White’s flash fiction piece considers a recently single guy at a bachelor party.
- Clean Living London: Ursula Dewey rolls her sleeves up for some housework.
- Swipe Right: Does Tinder have the answers? By Heidi Scherz
- The Writer and the Dancer: Close encounter at a flat party by Vincent Wood.
- St Peter’s Gate, Knightsbridge: A nocturnal romance at closing time, by Theo Klay
- First: A romance begins inside a London gay club. By Lance Middleton.
- Natural Disasters: Can you find love at the supermarket checkout, when your customer’s buying porn? Yoel Noorali enquires.
- NO! SUSHI: A relationship breaks down during a Japanese leaving party, by Clare Kane.
Other tales
- Compatibility: Stephen Lynch conjures the awkwardness of flat hunting.
- An Extract From the Diary of Kay Richardson, Actor: The surreal tribulations of a washed-up London thesp, by Tom Mitchell.
- The Further Adventures of Kay Richardson, Actor: More from the feckless thesp, by Tom Mitchell.
- The Further Adventures of Kay Richardson, Actor (Part 2): Our debauched hero tussles with mannequins.
- You Were Not In When We Called: A Christmas tale from Megan Toogood.
- The Do: Alan Fisher gets party phobia.
- Direction: Kevin Acott goes on a time-shifting pub crawl.
- RTA: Ryan Cartwright is involved in a traffic accident where all is not what it seems.
- Vegan Pigeon Eater: Rae Chambers sees a south London cafe get an unwelcome visitor.