10
Tuesday, 16 July
Nico was sitting at his desk in his fishbowl on Tuesday morning when his phone rang. He hated his phone. Whenever it rang, it meant there was bad news. The two Lieutenant Colonels, one sitting underneath the window facing the outside world and the other opposite Nico, watched him eyeball his phone. He decided to answer it after eight rings. Irritating the other two officers was an added bonus.
Another body had been found in Weavind Park just a few streets down from the block of flats where he lived. He took down the address from the constable on the other end of the phone. Laurel and Hardy were still watching him when he put down the handset.
“Don’t you guys have your own murder cases?” Nico asked as he tore the address off the pad.
“Hey, watch your step Van Staade
