Hugh Hamilton
"What boys?" asked Hugh.
Ben looked around.
"The police boys?" he said uncertainly.
"If we intended to have the involvement of the police force, we wouldn't have asked you to take on the case in the first place," clarified the couple.
"So what do we do with him?" asked Ben.
"Fire him, obviously," answered the couple.
"Bugger," mumbled the gardener.
A pause the size of a cantaloupe wafted in on the afternoon breeze and slumped in the corner for a moment.
"Any last words Ben?" said Hugh.
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