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Unhappy with the task he had been given, Chris Grey knocked on the door in front of him. This was the fifth of the houses across from Bhaskar’s Convenience Store he had visited, and with each one his resentment grew - this was a job for uniformed officers, not a detective, it simply wasn’t fair that he was being treated this way; his mistake had, after all, been genuinely that, and the sort of thing that could have happened to anyone.
What justice was there in the world when he was punished for another’s lack of attention? How was it his fault that the superintendent and DCI had had coffee spilled on them when they had been the ones distracted; if they had been paying attention they wouldn’t have walked straight into him as he carried a tray bearing three mugs of coffee to the CID offi
