Welsh sat in his chair with a sigh. It was a long day. Or you know, a usual day. Being a cop isn't exactly a nine-to-five job. Especially with a Mountie at the station. You know how it is, your detective gets a case, Dead Mountie case, and in the interests of international cooperation, does his civic duty and gets himself blown up. And following
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So, while Ray was totally concerned about the Popsicle men showing up in various Chicago locales, he was more concerned about walking into Welsh's office empty handed.
Which was...pretty much what he was doing. Metaphorically. Literally, he was carrying a folder of case notes that didn't amount to much. He was doing his world class detective thing, but he wasn't anywhere close to solving the case.
"Sir, I am so close to solving this case," Ray lied confidently, entering the office. "We've checked out where the bodies were found, we're going through suspects, and Fraser's even licked a dead guy. So you know we're flush."
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He paused, and then amended. "This case probably has nothing to do with ice cream."
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