Read earlier chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 The staircase creaked under the weight of the big Detective Sergeant. Fatty let Goon lead the way, making no attempt to force the pace. Three floors up, Fatty cleared his throat and said, "Hang on a minute, chief, I just want to make sure which floor she's on." Goon heaved himself up to the landing and turned to face Fatty. He leaned back against the wall and waited for Fatty to come up to…
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 The heavy black car eased slowly down the street. Fatty craned his neck left and right to inspect the houses as he steered the car. Beside him, Goon sat impassively in the passenger seat. "Not the most upscale neighborhood, Chief.", remarked Fatty. "Don't call me chief.", Goon stared straight ahead. "Ok, Boss!" "And don't call me Boss." Fatty looked over at him. Goon stared ahead, his face expressionless. Fatty refused to turn away until Goon shifted and shot a…
Stock taking is the business of figuring what you do have on hand. There was a time in my life when I was fooled into thinking I should be an accountant. I spent many a time walking around in 38c weather in sunny and shadeless factories, with a tape measure and a piece of chalk, measuring steel sheets baking in the hot sun, or counting nuts and bolts in a hot stock room and comparing my numbers against the ledgers. Luckily for the…
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Fatty walked in to the office to see Goon already there.
“Good morning, Chief! You’re up early!”, he said.
Goon gave a grunt and waved him over to his desk.
“This computer thing is very confusing”.
“Oh, it just needs getting used to. Give it a week and you’ll be teaching me tricks”, laughed Fatty.
Goon gave him a look.
“You’ve grown up. Become more of a (more…)