Chapter 7

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7 Nigel only hated one thing about his job: working one in four weekends. To him, Saturdays and Sundays were for relaxing, not walking around and slapping fines on drivers for parking violations. If working a Saturday wasn't bad enough, Nigel was meandering the streets with his supervisor, Yousef Abadi, a second-generation immigrant from Saudi, who had it in for him. Being a resident of Portsmouth and Southsea, Nigel wasn't allowed to patrol the area. He had to drive a little further afield to get to his district: Fareham and Portchester. It only took quarter of an hour to travel, via the M275 and M27, so he considered himself lucky in that capacity. He had friends who had to commute two to three hours each way in the name of earning money. His journey was minimal. The morning in Fareha

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