Characters 3 Trevor

I have chosen another character form my underused notebook.  This one wasn't so much received with thunderous applause and hysterical approval but rather to sound of one hand clapping.  I'd like to think the timing was against me as the creation of Trevor  I thought fitted the brief of the exercise better than many other examples that appeared far more popular. Here it is...

Here in this bleached BBC TV footage of 1970's off-colour, Britain is seen coping with a summer like it's never had. The flickering images alternate between crowds of young girls in various states of dress and distress, and a group of suited young men standing on a stage looking bashful and bemused. A young policeman is spotted, wearing a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled almost to his shoulders. Before the news clip ended he was seen stumbling with near exhaustion,showing the strains of his wiry tattoo-less arms as he carried an unconscious sixteen year old girl from the scrummage of a tearful and hysterical crowd.

Before the decade was finished,Trevor, having impressed his bosses over the years, had ditched the blue uniform for a brown coloured suit which matched his tie which matched his shirt, which matched his hair and sideburns which he now wore fashionably long. His car was brown and so were the fingers of his right hand from the tiny No 6 cigarettes that he burned to the hilts between tensed fingers whilst trying to understand how troubled souls worked. 

Today, a slightly shambolic Detective Chief Inspector of a run-down Auckland police office, with three broken marriages, a drink problem, a rented flat and at least one health scare behind him,Trevor gathered himself to make his belated retirement speech to a group of assembled worthies. One of those amassed to pay their respects, hidden in the crowd and very alert,was a 58 year old Billionaire American Business woman called Ms Emily Pargetter who after many years of searching had finally tracked him down.