“Sure,” Orange tried to appear casual as he watched George work. He was wearing plainclothes today, since it was common knowledge that he had been fired from the force. All of his work would be done without anyone suspecting that they were being interviewed for official police matters. Orange was enjoying functioning in a spy-like role.
For starters, there was less pressure, since no one expected anything of him. Also, because people were a whole lot more willing to talk to you about personal matters when you weren’t wearing a police uniform.
“She missed last week though. Called in and asked me to set her goods aside so that she could get a double batch this week. She’s due tomorrow, I suppose.” George used the new blade to cut through another box.
“I heard her son is in jail.” Orange
