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He should feel relieved, but she still has a slightly bizarre tone in her voice, which

                   makes him think. He sighs deeply and starts to fiddle with his pipe.
                     “If I have to be honest, it's very scarce what I’ve solved so far. I'm sitting here,

                   waiting for samples that I’ll hope will show up very soon. They were supposed to

                   be here by now."
                     He hears laughing on the other end of the phone. "You expect to come home

                   tomorrow, don't you?"

                   She sounds slightly sarcastic.
                     "Yes, yes, and I also expect to have the situation under control until tomorrow,

                   so that you and the other fine ladies can move around the city without any
                   problems," he continues in the cheerful tone.

                     It knocks on the door.

                     "Well, I have to run, it’s knocking on my door now. I’ll call you around ten to say
                   goodnight, alright? ”

                     "Yes. Take care of your work, honey. I’ll say hello to Jenny from you."

                   They end the conversation and he says aloud:
                     "Come in."

                     Jameson opens the door and steps in, he places his thick and square body
                   in the chair opposite of him. He can see little beads of sweat popping out from

                   under his grey, almost scarecrow-like haircut. His hands are hairy. He most of all

                   resembles bear in a police uniform, but he only thing that tells that he could be
                   an investigator, is his little pointy nose, which is located high up in the structure

                   on his face. Usually he doesn’t like to draw much attention to himself, so he just

                   sticks to collecting evidence. It is as if he is living in a shell, his own private
                   bubble. As soon as he has solved a task, he disappears back into his office and

                   works quietly, with many weeks passing by without anyone seeing him.

                     "Well, Jameson, I see you have the papers ready. How’s the investigation so far?
                   What news?"

                     The Chief of Police is giving his faithful colleague for 20 odd years a solemn

                   stare.
                     “From what I’ve heard, it’s some kind mug who’ve cut open the wires. First of

                   all, it got his fingerprints all over it, and the whole procedure seems far from
                   professional. I think we all dealing with amatuer crime here. "
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