Chapter 690: Heckled Shift
The day continued on as if it were any other day of the week. I know I complain when things get dreary and dull, but in truth, sotis a little monotony was good every once in a while.
If every day was exactly like how yesterday was, I’d probably be long-dead sowhere in my early thirties.
Nothing much else happened for a little while there. I tended to a few more custors, swept the floor a little, and by ten Irene had finished with her jotting and scribbling, scooping up an entire mountainous pile of organized papers, before cramming the entire wad into a folder on the empty stool beside her.
“Are detectives always busy this ti of year?” I asked, in awe at how easy she made holding that ten-ton folder seem.
“If busy implies playing solitaire from nine to five, sure,” She said, briskly downing the rest of her drink. “This is just backlogs of unfinished reports. Since there’s nothing much for to do then I might as well find sothing to do.”
“And you found your passion pouring over speeding incidents, I see,” I stared at her. “And you wonder why we don’t see each other too often.”
“All part of the job.”
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“Well, how diligent of you.”
“Thank you,” She said, focusing too much on the ti showing on her watch to detect my sarcasm. “Alright, it’s ti for to go be busy elsewhere. The bill, please.”
After I rang her up on the till, Irene handed over the cash alongside a rather generous tip. She said her farewell, and smiled appreciably at the necklace around my neck again, before promptly walking away with the soft chi of bells at the front door signaling her departure.
A little mont after, I was beeped from my pocket again, pulling out my phone to see a swarm of ssages flooding in from Amanda’s direction. Another miracle of a woman that apparently doesn’t need sleep.
Read the beginning of her ssage thread
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