Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Fish and chips wasn’t really what Sam wanted for lunch, but he had the burger yesterday and it wasn’t any good.  Neither the fish nor the chips were any good either, but oh well, too late now.  He had spent every morning for the past three days scanning the bottom of the Thames to find two bodies.  The effort was futile.  You can’t see anything in the Thames.  Too much pollution, algae, and silt.  He resented that he was going to smell like the Thames for the next week or so.  But the police chief wanted to show that he was doing his due-diligence to solve a crime, so Sam was swimming around in sewer water every morning.  He hoped the fish he was choking down now didn’t come out of the Thames...

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