“What’s wrong with my people skills, Inspector?”
“They are sorely lacking Holmes. Keep in mind that your superiors are not your best friends and going around and asking everybody on the force how it’s hanging just will not do. Your ability to solve the crime is indeed first rate. However, people simply don’t want to work with you because of your crass attitude and lack of respect for those higher up in the food chain. When you come home. I better not hear you once say the old broad in the castle or we will fire you. Are we clear?”
“Quite sir. When am I to leave?”
“You have four days to get your affairs in order over here. Clean out your locker and your desk as somebody will be using them in your absence. You’ll be reassigned a new one when you come home.”
“I have to find someone to sublet me flat! That could take weeks!”
“You don’t have weeks, Holmes. I suggest you get moving as soon as possible. Time starts now. The clock is ticking.”
Nigel left Inspector Clemons’ office. He was clearly flummoxed over the whole affair. He was being sent into the world like a brand-new baby never having stepped out of Manchester in his entire life. He had to figure it could have been worse. They could’ve just fired him. He lived in shame over the whole mess he had gotten himself into. Not only that, he sorely missed the woman he loved.
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