"Let me get this straight, you are claiming that Robert Obare, the guy who escaped prison, the guy we have been combing the country for, is actually innocent?"
George Turget sat facing the CS in a well-furnished office that smelt like cigars and whiskey. Since his arrival, George had sniveled incessantly. The stench of bourbon and smoke had watered his eyes and every word that came out of his mouth sounded hoarse and hollowed. How did his boss breathe in such surroundings? Was there a way of trucking him into going to another office or the parking lot? He knew the CS enjoyed hot maandazis, perhaps if he could convince him to…
“I asked you a question Inspector.”
George cleared his throat and momentarily snapped his eyes shut. He had survived months of grueling training when he was joinin
