91/365 photo project apologies to R D Wingfield Detective Inspector Jack Frost and Detective Sergeant George Toolan made their way to a table toward the back of The Old Stone Butter Factory Cafe, nodding to the waiter as they passed. Let me order for you George. They serve the meanest chicken and cranberry panini here that youve ever tasted. Itll stop your ribs from stickin together, I promise you. Well have a Tui as well please, Frost told the waiter. You Kiwis know how to do beer. Frost settled himself into his chair, acknowledging as he looked around that it was his sort of place. His eyes widened as he focused on a stain on the wall. George, look at that, we might have found the first clue to open up this murder case... thats blood if Im not very much mistaken. And - oh my god - theres the murder weapon as well, just waiting for us. Toolan turned in his chair to see where Frost was looking, and turned back in disbelief. Jack, you need your eyes testing. If that is blood, its been there for a 100 years, and that spanner has not been touched for about as long, by the look of it. You better not let Mullet hear you taking like that. Frost peered a bit closer. Yes well, he said, po faced. I thought Id see if you were awake, and it seems you are.
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 19:28:27 +0000
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