For this week's post I've chosen to run an updated interview with Warren and Sam from the White Rose series. This was on my previous blog, but was taken down when I moved the blog here. If you didn't read it the first time, I hope you enjoy it, and if you did, I hope you like the additions.
So here they are - Warren Pearce and Sam Dalton
Me: Morning gentlemen. Thanks for agreeing to be interviewed.
Sam: Did we have a choice?
Warren: Always complaining, aren’t you Sam? (To me) It’s a pleasure to be here.
Sam: No complaints, just making an observation.
Me: I can’t force you to do anything, but you already know that (scowling at Sam). One minute in, and we’re already off topic. See what I mean?
Warren grins. As does Sam.
Sam: Sorry. Go ahead.
Me: Thank you. Warren, tell me how you and Sam met.
Warren: I met Sam at the FBI academy while we were training to become Special Agents. We quite literally bumped into each other during physical training when Sam lost his footing during an obstacle course and landed on me.
Sam: You got in my way.
Warren: That’s not how I remember it.
Sam: Getting forgetful?
Warren: Not likely. You're older than me, so I think you'll be the forgetful one. Back to the story. We met again later that day in the recreation room and started talking. We found a chess board, had a game, and we’ve been friends ever since.
Me: Sam, you and Warren still play chess regularly, don’t you?
Sam: We do. Most weeks we get together for a couple of games.
Me: Who wins?
Silence reigns for a couple of moments.
Sam: I think Warren is leading at the moment, but I’m closing the gap.
Warren: I’d have to agree with that. It’s still quite a gap though.
Sam: It’s getting smaller.
Warren (smiling): We’ll see how close it gets.
Sam: Hmm. (He scratches his chin). Probably as close as you to getting more wins over me in our boxing bouts.
Me: You box?
Sam: It’s a fitness thing - or so Warren will tell you.
Warren: It is about fitness.
Sam: Not about our friendly bouts?
Warren: Not at all.
Sam (grinning): Is that because I get around your guard twice as often as you do mine?
Warren: I wouldn’t say twice…
Sam (grin still in place): I would. Let’s just say we each have our strengths.
Me: What else do you have in common?
Sam: Apart from good looks and intelligence?
Sam: We’re both great investigators, and loyal. I guess apart from that we’re opposites.
Warren: I’d agree with that. Sam has a way of looking through people that can be very disconcerting. I’ve seen him turn tough criminals into insecure talkers just by looking at them.
Sam: Where as you know exactly what questions to ask and when.
Warren: And you're short.
Sam: I'm not! Just shorter than you. (He looks at me) I'm easily taller than her.
Me: Oi! Don't forget who I am! I can make you shorter!
Warren laughs as Sam throws me an apologetic smile.
Sam: Sorry - again. Friends?
Me: Okay, friends. Let's back to the interview. So was there a time in the FBI when you worked as partners?
Warren: Early in our careers we did, for several years. As time went by we moved onto different areas, but it’s never affected our friendship.
Me: So you’ve never disagreed during an investigation?
Sam: We have - lots of times, but that’s what investigations are about. You have to look at things from all points of view and challenge each other to provide evidence to back up any theories.
Warren: Our differences make us a good team. We’ve always operated well together.
Sam: Especially when I’ve had to get you out of trouble.
Warren: You’ve caused waves too.
Sam: Not the size of yours, buddy. I’ve seen how big your file is. All those reprimands.
Warren: The job has to get done.
Sam (smiling): It sure does.
Me: So, how do you like being characters in my books?
Warren: It’s a bit of a wild ride, but on the whole I’m very happy.
Sam: I bet you are. (To me) I don’t mind it, especially as I don’t have to go through as much as my friend here. It’s exciting. I think the future looks good.
Me: So what do you think the future holds?
Suddenly I’m getting suspicious looks cast at me.
Warren: What are you planning?
Me (trying to look innocent): Nothing too bad. Hey, you’re still alive.
Warren: Nothing too bad? What does that mean?
Sam: I’d prefer not to end up in hospital again.
Me: Have faith guys. If I don’t have you, then I’d have nothing to write about. (For some reason the suspicious looks haven’t eased. Time to finish the interview, I think). Relax, it’ll be all good, I promise. Thanks for the chat. I’ll let you get back to Beth and Heather now.
They smile, all suspicion gone. I hope they didn’t notice my fingers were crossed…
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