The office stared at the tall man who walked by. He must've been 6'5. But his bad posture had him standing at an effective height of just 6'3. On paper he was not a high ranking official. In fact, he wasn't even an official. Nobody was sure what he was. On paper that is. In reality, everyone knew he was important. More important than the entire

police

force itself.

Detective Smith. To what occasion do I owe this visit?

You got rookies working the case.

Excuse me. There are a lot of cases.

You know which one.

He lit a cigarette. The captain considered saying that smoking had been banned indoors years ago, but he decided not to. He wanted to know what case Smith was referring to. Of course he knew, but he wanted the man to say it himself.

I looked at the paperwork. Something was off. 200 grand on

ebay

? Buying god knows what? What the hell are these rookies doing.

Investigating, sir. That's what they're doing.

Well tell them they're off now. I'm taking over. They can go investigate cats in trees.

I'm sorry but I can't do that. I've got to give them two more months at least.

Smith peered over at the chief who was about the same height as him when Smith was slouching. Smith took a drag off the

cigarette

and then stood up straight. The chief backed down a half an inch. He was towered now.

Whatever. I'm taking on this case. If those wankers want to stay on let them. But don't expect me to work with them.

The man walked out before the chief could get a word in. The chief wondered whether he was actually the leader to detective Smith or whether Smith was his leader. Was there even a leader at this god forsaken police department?