15 October 2013
I have moved in with Jenny. I realise this is unorthodox, but I hope she will lead me to the man known as Lucifer. Her flat is near the top of William Whitelaw house, the tallest tower block on the estate. In her bedroom, bugs scuttle under the wallpaper at night. The whole building is infested with them.
20 October 2013
I returned to the flat today, and found Jenny unconscious. A syringe was on the carpet next to her. I did some basic resuscitation, and she gradually came round. Later, she told me that she bought the gear from Lucifer. She still refuses to tell me anything about him.
23 October 2013
I am making no progress in my investigation, and I am becoming prone to bouts of depression. I wake up sweating, but I cannot remember my dreams.
31 October 2013
I noticed some graffiti by the entrance to the estate which read, 'Abandon all hope'. Whoever sprayed that was right.
7 November 2013
Last night I talked with Marlowe, while Jenny slept. Outside, rain was battering the concrete walkways of the estate. I was feeling lost, and for some reason I broke down in tears. Then he said to me, 'You are a cop.' He told me he'd known since the day we first met. He said he could smell the law a mile away. I was frightened of what he might do, but he hugged me and told me that everything would be ok. Later I decided to tell Jenny that I am a police officer. She showed no emotion and I suspect that Marlowe had already told her, possibly before he introduced us to each other. They both swear that they will keep my secret safe. I think I can trust them.
9 November 2013
The nights are getting worse. Sometimes I wake myself up screaming. I seem to be losing track of time, and I have difficulty concentrating on anything. I can no longer think rationally. My investigation is going nowhere, and the stress of maintaining my false identity is massive. At least I can talk freely with Marlowe. He is my only friend here.
13 November 2013
Most evenings, Marlowe comes round to our flat. He always brings dope for Jenny and me. Where does he get it from? Sometimes he reads poetry to us, while we get stoned. He fills my mind with strange thoughts.
17 November 2013
Marlowe has convinced me that the drug baron known as Lucifer does not exist. He is just an urban myth. My investigation, in fact the whole of my police career, has been a complete joke. I feel like ending it all, but Marlowe says he can set me up as a dealer. Then I can have all the dope I want. When he told me that I hugged him, while he threw back his head and laughed. Jenny was sitting on the settee watching us, giggling. Sometimes I doubt her sanity.

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Codename: Lucifer
Mystère / ThrillerA cop is sent into a crime-ridden housing estate, to track down the man known as 'Lucifer'. A grimy British crime story.