Chapter 83: Christmas (4)
London had many docks. Shard Thames was filled with warehouses, bustling with people coming and going. Inspector Jefferson was scrutinizing each person, observing their behavior.
“What do you think, Inspector? We can’t search every warehouse in Shard Thames. Any information that only Scotland Yard knows?” Liam Moore asked.
Jefferson shrugged with a nonchalant look, implying that he wasn’t sure either.
“Why don’t you solve it with that remarkable insight of yours?” he suggested.
Liam Moore clearly didn’t appreciate the response. Folding his arms, he replied sardonically, “Oh, at least I know that you got scolded by your wife for trying to invest your retirement money recently.”
Jefferson appeared surprised but quickly regained his composure and snickered. He knew Liam Moore well enough to be familiar with his deductive quirks.
“It’s obvious from something like the ink stain between my right thumb and forefinger, isn’t it?”
“No,” Liam Moore grinned. “The rumor’s already all over Scotland Yard; I didn’t need to see anything.”
A hearty laugh erupted from Jefferson. With a benevolent expression, he looked at Liam Moore, then abruptly stopped laughing, drew his handcuffs from his belt, and began chasing after Liam. Instinctively, Liam started running.