Pawn
“ “Inspector Barns.” Far from being surprised that the inspector had come Rufus was only taken aback by the fact that it had taken him so long to get there. The other officers had been there for nearly a couple of hours, taking photos and fingerprinting everything in sight. Somehow Rufus was sure that they’d find nothing. These people had worn gloves. After all, while it might look like the work of kids, he was certain that the person or persons who had done this were professionals. Kids stol...e things, cash, electronics and anything they could sell. They hit and ran. Whoever had done this had very thoroughly searched the place, though what they thought they would find he couldn’t begin to guess.
“Should you be sitting there?” The inspector had a point, maybe even a good one. Sitting down in the middle of his house, a place that had now become a crime scene, sipping at a cup of coffee, was probably not that professional. But he was sore and he couldn’t stand forever, and the other officers had cleared this particular section of the lounge for him.MoreLess
“Should you be sitting there?” The inspector had a point, maybe even a good one. Sitting down in the middle of his house, a place that had now become a crime scene, sipping at a cup of coffee, was probably not that professional. But he was sore and he couldn’t stand forever, and the other officers had cleared this particular section of the lounge for him.MoreLess
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