Inspector and Fish

Inspector and Fish (4)

CHAPTER FOUR

It wasn't until they were both alone in the small dull room that Robert realized the extent of his new accomplices attitude.

" Clones?"

"Aye" he replied it a thick Glaswegian accent.

"Do you have a problem with this arrangement?"

The young man brushed back his greasy blond hair with his fingers while looking around the room.

"Naw, been in worse, 'aven't a?"

He turned to face the serious inspector.

"I didn't mean the room. What's your problem with me?"

Gerard looked over at the goldfish bowl balanced on the small window ledge, it was almost glowing with the reflection of the moonlight.

"Noe, wae you as much, a just heard about your last case, didn't a?"

Cassidy froze, it was as of he had suddenly been confronted with a mirror, here he was alone, a grey haired sad old man with no friends but a goldfish which he didn't much care-for. All expected to solve a case which no one really cared about with what was apparently the polices finest scottish numbskull. He was a joke, thrown away by being given minor tasks that's outcome would not humiliate the whole of Scotland Yard. "Bastards" he muttered under his breath, he would not be downgraded this way, he would solve this case, he would not rest until someone was arrested for this crime of murder.

"There will not be any discussions of my previous work"

He squelches his feet into his shoes.

"Now we are going to solve this case."

He started to march.

"Where you goin'?"

"To the pantry, the first step to solving a crime is to work out what type of crime you're solving!, we know its murder, but what type?!"

He proceed through the door striding in the general direction of the maids quarters.

"Is nae it locked?!"

Cassidy was back at the door.

"Yes... Well I think we should start our investigation tomorrow, after a good nights rest."

Gerard grinned "besides, a would'nae want to be the lad caught wanderin' around the maids quarters at this time o' night"

Cassidy looked up and couldn't help but smile back. Maybe he wasn't the finest scottish numbskull.

With that last thought he lay back and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.