Wyse had already dissolved the Society and had made it quite clear nothing would make him change his mind but here laid out before him were two murders he knew it was his destiny to solve. To abandon the victims to memory and allow the perpetrator to escape was unthinkable but to change his stance now might have serious consequences for his group of fledgling detectives. Applying pure reasoning to the problem a solution clarified the situation, taking a deep breath he started.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, I have decided to reopen the case. We are now investigating file zero zero one and zero zero two and there is to be no blame attached to Karen for the earlier confusion and the premature closure of the case.’
‘What blame?’ came an indignant voice from the darkness.
‘Now then there’s no need for thanks. I officially announce PADS, is now once again in full operational service.’
Not a whisper or a murmur emanated from the group, ah he thought, they are fighting their emotions, battling with their inner demons, a tear escaped from his eyes and rolled gently down his cheek as the lights came back on.
‘Are you crying?’ said Carter.
‘No, of course not it just...’
‘Ahh...tissue!’ exploded Rowlands in a dramatic fashion picking up a small number of white feathers off Karen’s fleece and quite obviously throwing them into the air, ‘it’s those feathers you've got stuck on the back of your fleece, they're affecting everyone its probably allergies.’
‘Yes, the feathers.’ Wyse said, plucking one of the white feathers from the air.
Looking down he noticed the source of the feathers did indeed seem to be coming from Karen’s fleece, which was hung on the back of her chair. It looked as if it had been tarred and feathered for some heinous crime against fashion, which of course, all National Health Service uniforms were guilty of.
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