Detective Moss’ pov;
As I glanced at the lady singing and swaying her hips, I was reminded of the fact that I had been frequenting this bar more than usual, which was very unlike me.
I didn’t drink, but I found myself staggering home these days.
I needed a warrant in order to search Maldini’s home which I was sure would contain many things to bring him down. But with my suspension, there was no way I could even apply for that. Not that I had anything I could use as an evidence in order to get the warrant in the first place. It was a whole lot of process. But first, I need to have my suspension lifted.
“Mmm,” I groaned as I gulped down the content of what I assumed to be the tenth bottle of beer.
I found beer disgusting, but it was what I took the most now. I feared that I now smelt li
