![]() ![]() It was true he had neither the looks nor charm of Spencer – sorry, Inspector Spencer – but the younger man didn't have Frank's 'nose for crime'. Frank, in comparison, had worked for the police for forty years and been passed over for promotion three times. Now he had the position of inspector at the young age of forty. Three years earlier, Spencer had been promoted. Just as Frank was sighing heavily, Inspector Spencer came up to his desk, with his perfect white teeth and enthusiastic smile. There was no way he could afford the round-the-world, luxury cruise he had always dreamed of. It was barely enough money to take a short holiday on the cold and rainy east coast of England where he lived. ![]() This was his final month before he retired from the police, and, for Frank, retirement couldn't come soon enough.įrank frowned as he considered the terrible retirement package he had been given. Outside, a steady stream of traffic passed by, each car moving slowly in the cold, grey rain.įrank looked down at the grey hairs on his arms, and his round stomach, which pushed against the desk. Sergeant Frank Spike sat behind his desk and stared out of the window. ![]()
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