Confessions of an Undercover Cop
The sixth book in the bestselling Confessions series.What is life like for a female Undercover Cop?Ash Cameron gives readers a behind-the-scenes look at life in the Police. Funny, moving and irreverent, you’ll never look at a bobby the same way again…What is life like for an Undercover Cop?Ash Cameron joined the police in the 70s – think Life on Mars with added ladders in her tights.From arresting East End gangsters, dealing out justice to football hooligans and coping with sexism on the job, Ash did it all. So when she was asked to go undercover, well, it was just another job, wasn’t it?Told with warmth and humour, these ‘confessions’ will make you laugh, make you cry, and make you roll your eyes as you learn exactly what goes on behind-the-scenes in the police…
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CONFESSIONS OF AN UNDERCOVER COP
Ash Cameron
For Kenny.
And for our children. See, we did have a life. Once.
Table of Contents
In the beginning, there was light
Prisoners, property and prostitutes
House bugs and other nasty things
I was nineteen when I went to London to join the Metropolitan Police. I left the police force twenty years later, combining my leaving do with reaching forty.
They say life begins at forty. Mine didnât begin but it did change. I look back and wonder: that person, that police officer, was she me?
Itâs easy to see why cops feel battered when the people they deal with are often the bad people, the sick of mind people, and the victims and witnesses who are often distressed. And there are those who for whatever reason blame the police for everything.
Police officers can become embittered working in areas of high crime, populated by people with an abhorrent dislike of the law and those who try to enforce it. Itâs easy to understand the cynicism and jaded outlook when the days are filled with endless abuse and violence and grief. Even the officers working in the affluent suburbs and the beautiful countryside see people at their worst, all high drama and emotion, because in policing you are rarely involved with people at their best. After all, unless somethingâs gone wrong, why would you need the police?
Itâs a strange phenomenon, and a bit perverse, when a good day at work can be a bad day, a sad day or a tragic day. Saving a life is one of those days.
There are also moments of fun and bizarre absurdity, slivers of sunshine, when you can laugh a real, gutsy belly laugh and know that today is one of the good days. They are golden.
I would have liked to reach the rank of inspector. Beyond that you become a manager, a pusher of pen and paper or mice and emails. Although the higher ranks are necessary, itâs a totally different job. I finished my service as a detective sergeant and I was happy to settle for that, in the end.
Officers higher up the chain of command donât deal with the public. They deal with police officers and bureaucrats and forget what life is like policing the street. The real gutsy jobs are carried out by those who work hands-on with victims and suspects, getting down and dirty, and there are fewer hands-on officers nowadays, at a time when we need them more and more.
There are lots of opportunities in the police force. I wanted to experience as many as I could. I moved on, did different things, worked in diverse roles with different people in various departments. If I found myself grumbling too much, I knew it was time for change. I believe you make your own future and Iâve never sat around waiting for it to happen.
Iâve worked in the capital, in the East End, the West End, and north London. Iâve worked somewhere in the North too, in a constabulary. Iâve been a uniformed constable, an undercover cop, a detective and a sergeant. Iâve worked with the public in their many guises â victims, witnesses, prostitutes, rent boys, criminals, suspects, and many professionals in multi-agencies. I worked in London at the height of the IRA bombings and dealt with a few too. Itâs scary going to work knowing that you might be bombed at any time. As emergency workers, weâd run towards the explosion whilst urging everyone else to run away, and hoping there wasnât a secondary device primed to go off on our arrival. Iâve worked with the vulnerable, investigated racial incidents, homophobic attacks, elder abuse, missing people; Iâve worked in witness protection, on murder squads, in domestic violence and child protection. Iâve been a volunteer that took underprivileged kids on week-long camps. Iâve helped out in a womenâs refuge and come to the aid of Girl Guide and Brownie packs. Iâve saved lives and failed to save others. Iâve done some good things and Iâve also made mistakes, but Iâve always tried my best.
