to be the first one to help him. Pastor Taylor had to slap his face to wake him up. When he woke up the aunties said Praise God. But I think it was God who sent him asleep in the first place. He probably didn't like his singing anymore, it's too loud.
That's why they put cages on the windows. It's not to stop the rogues throwing stones, it's to stop the windows breaking from Mr Frimpong's singing.
We said another prayer for the dead boy's mamma and one for the police that God will give them the insight to catch the killer.
Me: 'What's insight?'
Pastor Taylor: 'It means wisdom. It is a great gift God has given us.'
Mr Tomlin is probably the wisest person I know. I have him for Science. He can make a battery out of a lemon. I'm not even bluffing, he really did it: all you do is put the penny in one end of the lemon and the nail in the other end. The acid in the lemon juice is electric. The penny and the nail are conductors. Conductors make the electricity come alive. When we connected four lemons together they made enough power for the light to come on. It was quite amazing. Everybody cheered. If Mr Tomlin worked for the police they'd catch the killer in no time.
I prayed for the insight so I'd ask the right questions. Dean doesn't believe in it so I prayed for both the two of us.
Dean: 'Can you do one for us not getting our heads kicked in?'
Me: 'We'll be alright, don't worry. They won't kill us today, they're too busy getting boozed.'
It was very risky but interviewing suspects is all part of the job. If you're going to get scared all the time then you've got no business being a detective, you should just hand in your badge and go home. The pub smelled like all the beer in the world even from outside. We tried not to breathe in for if we got boozed (Dean says it clouds your judgement). Everybody who went in or came out could be the killer. They all looked at us like a hungry vampire. We just stayed by the door. As long as we keep one foot on the pavement we're safe.
Dean: 'Who are we looking for exactly?'
Me: 'I don't know. I think he was black but I'm not sure. I only saw one hand when he bent down to get the knife. It could have been a glove. I was quite far away.'
Dean: 'Let's just start with the black ones then. What about him?'
Me: 'No, too tall. Our man was shorter.'
Dean: 'Roger that. Alright, this one?'
There was a man by the fruit machine (it doesn't actually give you fruit, it's just a game they play in the pub. You feed the machine some money and it makes all the lights flash). He didn't have any spiderwebs but he did have an earring and his eyes looked deadly like he wanted to destroy everybody. He was shaking the machine to make the lights come on and swearing. Killers always have a quick temper.
Me: 'Could be. What shall we ask him? Did you do it?'
Dean: 'Don't be a retard, you can't just ask it straight out. You have to try and trap him. Ask him if he knew the victim and just see what his eyes do. If he looks away it means he's guilty.'
Me: 'Will you ask him? I'll be backup.'
Dean: 'I'm not asking him. It was your idea, you ask him.'
Me: 'I'm not going in there. I'll wait until he comes out.'
Dean: 'I knew you'd do this. I'm not waiting here all day.'
Me: 'Go and ask him then.'
Dean: 'In a minute. Let's just see what he does first. Don't let him see you watching him, we want him to act natural.'
We got back behind the door and peeked through the glass. The killer finished his fruit machine game and bought another glass of beer. The other men drank their drinks or texted or just watched the boobs of the bar lady even if she was old and looked like a scarecrow. All the time the smell of beer was getting in our noses and making us crazy. It gave Dean ants in his pant. When the suspect came out we had to stop ourselves from running away. You can't show fear, they can smell it like a wasp.
Suspect: 'What's up lads, you looking for someone?'
Dean: 'We're just waiting for my dad.'
Suspect:
That's why they put cages on the windows. It's not to stop the rogues throwing stones, it's to stop the windows breaking from Mr Frimpong's singing.
We said another prayer for the dead boy's mamma and one for the police that God will give them the insight to catch the killer.
Me: 'What's insight?'
Pastor Taylor: 'It means wisdom. It is a great gift God has given us.'
Mr Tomlin is probably the wisest person I know. I have him for Science. He can make a battery out of a lemon. I'm not even bluffing, he really did it: all you do is put the penny in one end of the lemon and the nail in the other end. The acid in the lemon juice is electric. The penny and the nail are conductors. Conductors make the electricity come alive. When we connected four lemons together they made enough power for the light to come on. It was quite amazing. Everybody cheered. If Mr Tomlin worked for the police they'd catch the killer in no time.
I prayed for the insight so I'd ask the right questions. Dean doesn't believe in it so I prayed for both the two of us.
Dean: 'Can you do one for us not getting our heads kicked in?'
Me: 'We'll be alright, don't worry. They won't kill us today, they're too busy getting boozed.'
It was very risky but interviewing suspects is all part of the job. If you're going to get scared all the time then you've got no business being a detective, you should just hand in your badge and go home. The pub smelled like all the beer in the world even from outside. We tried not to breathe in for if we got boozed (Dean says it clouds your judgement). Everybody who went in or came out could be the killer. They all looked at us like a hungry vampire. We just stayed by the door. As long as we keep one foot on the pavement we're safe.
Dean: 'Who are we looking for exactly?'
Me: 'I don't know. I think he was black but I'm not sure. I only saw one hand when he bent down to get the knife. It could have been a glove. I was quite far away.'
Dean: 'Let's just start with the black ones then. What about him?'
Me: 'No, too tall. Our man was shorter.'
Dean: 'Roger that. Alright, this one?'
There was a man by the fruit machine (it doesn't actually give you fruit, it's just a game they play in the pub. You feed the machine some money and it makes all the lights flash). He didn't have any spiderwebs but he did have an earring and his eyes looked deadly like he wanted to destroy everybody. He was shaking the machine to make the lights come on and swearing. Killers always have a quick temper.
Me: 'Could be. What shall we ask him? Did you do it?'
Dean: 'Don't be a retard, you can't just ask it straight out. You have to try and trap him. Ask him if he knew the victim and just see what his eyes do. If he looks away it means he's guilty.'
Me: 'Will you ask him? I'll be backup.'
Dean: 'I'm not asking him. It was your idea, you ask him.'
Me: 'I'm not going in there. I'll wait until he comes out.'
Dean: 'I knew you'd do this. I'm not waiting here all day.'
Me: 'Go and ask him then.'
Dean: 'In a minute. Let's just see what he does first. Don't let him see you watching him, we want him to act natural.'
We got back behind the door and peeked through the glass. The killer finished his fruit machine game and bought another glass of beer. The other men drank their drinks or texted or just watched the boobs of the bar lady even if she was old and looked like a scarecrow. All the time the smell of beer was getting in our noses and making us crazy. It gave Dean ants in his pant. When the suspect came out we had to stop ourselves from running away. You can't show fear, they can smell it like a wasp.
Suspect: 'What's up lads, you looking for someone?'
Dean: 'We're just waiting for my dad.'
Suspect:
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