Catching a glimpse of himself with sherry bottle in hand, he viewed the man who had just completed twenty years service for the Ambulance Service of London. Sparkling in the back or foreground, depending on your view of the mirror, was the accolade he had received. A crystal paperweight balanced on the mantelpiece with the word paramedic struggling to catch the light of the shallow engraving. Although the award letter for long service had proclaimed it to be a paperweight he was somewhat dubious to its description. The crystal was so light, that he had yet to find any paper it could successfully weigh down, he had therefore resorted to using it to weigh down a tissue for it to have some purpose. The same could be said of him as an amateur detective, a detective in name only and not fit for the purpose. It was fitting his sojourn should end here at the paperweight, with the mocking sherry bottle for company.
He had been so sure after all the years of secret planning and honing, that he was prepared and had eagerly anticipated the moment when he would come to the forefront.
Of course there had been several false starts by the Society, but it was to be expected as excitement and naivety had taken over various members. Their training to the workings of the logical deductive mind of the detective was quickly forgotten in the excitement of what they thought would have been the first PADs case. Understandable of course for them but how had things gone so terribly wrong for him.
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