![]() He put his fingers together under his chin to look as if he was thinking. The sound of a car outside brought him back to the conversation with Spencer. He didn't want to be alone in his retirement, but the money wouldn't even be enough to buy a cat. 'What should we do? They haven't committed a crime yet.'įrank looked out of the window. He waited for the question he knew would come. 'She asked us to keep her name secret, of course.' 'Peggy, the owner of the Dog and Duck pub, heard two local criminals making the plan,' Spencer said. 'Someone told us about a plan to steal the Babbington diamond!'įrank tried to look as though he was surprised. There was an alarm system to keep it safe. The diamond sat in a large gold and glass case at the end of a long, red carpet. Last month, Ronald had bought an enormous diamond for Tabitha. They often appeared in magazines like Hello!, with their beautiful house and their collection of cars. Together they loved showing how rich they were. Ronald Babbington was the super-rich owner of Babbington Oil, and his wife Tabitha was a model. 'Do you know who the Babbingtons are?' Spencer continued.Įveryone knew who the Babbingtons were. 'Hey, Frank, can I ask you something?' asked Spencer. In fact, it was the only time Spencer spoke to him. As a result, the younger man often asked for Frank's help. That 'nose' meant Frank could think like a criminal and solve the most difficult crimes. Frank had 'a nose for crime' and Spencer didn't. Frank knew he wasn't as handsome or as friendly as Spencer, sorry, Inspector Spencer. He had worked for the police for forty years and he was still a sergeant. Now he was an inspector at the young age of forty. Three years earlier, Spencer had been promoted. Spencer had perfect white teeth and he was always smiling. Just then, Inspector Spencer came to Frank's desk. It certainly wouldn't pay for his dream holiday – a luxury, round-the-world cruise. It wasn't enough money to pay for a short holiday on the cold and rainy east coast of England where he lived. For Frank, his last day couldn't come too soon.įrank felt angry as he thought about the money he would get when he retired. This was his final month before he retired from the police. His round stomach pushed against the desk. He looked down at the grey hairs on his arms. ![]() Outside, cars moved slowly in the cold, grey rain. ![]() Sergeant Frank Spike sat behind his desk and looked out of the window. ![]()
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