Sitting in Superintendent Sugden's office, at The Yard, Warren is getting his ass chewed. Walter Sugden is a large man, slightly over weight from sitting behind a desk for a decade. A shock of black hair with touches of grey, at the temples, sets off the pale skin of his face, which is now turning red from anger. Flashing blue eyes, begin to bulge, he starts in...
What the bloody hell are you doing Warren? I get a call from the hospital director over at The London, telling me that you demanded a list of all patients and employees. He gave me a right ear full and I didn't even know what the hell it was all about! This police department doesn't need to be caught with it's pants down. You know the heat we are under with these Ripper murders; the public is outraged and fear is rampant in the city. I need you to keep me informed. I even questioned the other detectives and they haven't seen you in two weeks! They thought I put you on special assignment. Now where did they get that bloody idea? You better start explaining man or I will have to suspend you. Sugden finally runs out of breath and now it's Warren's turn have diarrhea of speech.
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