Thirty-Five – Busy MorningIt should come as no surprise that, by the time I made it back to my lodging house that Sunday morning, I was exhausted. It had been a busy night. Sadly I couldn't go to bed just then. No, there was more needed doing if the night was to be called a complete success.
I'd left a gift for the police to fight over. Their first clue in the case! But I knew the coppers, at least I knew the complaints lodged by the news reporters about the coppers. They hogged evidence. They kept secrets. They wouldn't share. For my messages to strike the right tone with the people, they needed to be heard. If the police would not shout about them, I would. And would keep shouting till the bastards paid attention!
So, tired as I was, without bothering to wash up again, I sat down at th
