Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen

Harris looked at him dubiously. "Nobody can eat four Big Macs." Tyler brushed aside the scraps and wrappers of the first three and started eating the fourth. "Look at mine." Harris turned his head, something was still out of sight.For example, Taylor's current eating situation is.Harris tapped his watch. "Hurry up, Bud. We have to check the surveillance video." "There is no surveillance video," Taylor said inarticulately with his mouth full of food. "As a top detective, I have checked the street thoroughly when I left. There is not a single camera along the way."

"There's a traffic camera." "Yeah, that's right, as if the goddamn speed cameras would do anything to an arson case." "Maybe it will work," Harris insisted. "The prisoner may have parked his car outside, returned to his car and left quickly after committing the crime, just in time to be photographed for speeding." "Could you be more serious," Tyler grumbled, spraying the table with his half-baked hamburger. "Also, didn't that kid Roy say that the prisoner came in through the back door." Harris' hope was extinguished without a trace, and his expression was bleak, but a glimmer of hope was rekindled in an instant. "Maybe there will be surveillance video at the back door, we should go and see."

Taylor clicked his tongue disdainfully, chewed the lettuce in his mouth, and said, "Go according to plan, Jess, according to plan. We will act at 4:30, and we will get the video right after get off work .Then go back to the bureau to report to the boss, and then have another one or two hours shift to watch the video that was brought up—if there is any. If not, you can find a bar to discuss the case.” "It won't take long," Harris said. "If we turn around now, we can finish them by five." Taylor stared at Harris and shook his head, hating iron for steel. "You'll never get the hang of it, Jess."

Harris blinked, "What?" "We got fourteen days of paid overtime, you idiot. Just to investigate a stupid arson case. If we caught the prisoner in the first three days, like the boss wanted, she'd let us in for the rest of the day." In the rest of my time, I was busy doing this and that for other cases. Now it is the most relaxing time I can remember, and it was handed over by the person above. Just accept it gratefully." After fully understanding what Taylor meant, Harris beamed with joy. "Fourteen days of overtime without the boss watching? Almost two weeks!"

"Two weeks, you idiot, fourteen days is two weeks." "In the past fourteen days, we can sing and sing every night and still have money!" "Of course we can't," Tyler said, wiping the last of the ketchup off his chips. "Boss isn't that stupid. That's why she told us to go back and report before we got off work. If we act like men, she'll let us go back to work." "So what the hell are we going to do all afternoon?" Tyler slurped his fourth Coke until it crackled and let out a loud belch. "Obviously we'll have to look at the damn report from Winston of Royston Dog Day of the London Fire Brigade first. At your reading speed, it'll take hours. But don't worry, I'll tell Your focus."

"Get out." "Dirty words! One pound, thanks." Harris glared at him. "That's only valid in the police station. And it's the same for you, Bazai, otherwise you'd have to throw your salary into it every month because you're so blind and stupid." "Didn't you swear?" "I really won't tell you until I know you and learn from you." Harris took out his mobile phone and called up the report of the London Fire Brigade. Taylor froze, "What are you doing now?" "Didn't you say we want to see the report?"

Taylor motioned for him to put the phone away. "Not now, you idiot. It's lunch break, and no one works during lunch break." "But we are working overtime." Harris said unconvinced. Tyler retreated into the chair, rubbing his stomach that was about to explode. "Jess, we say we're working during our lunch break to mean it's overtime, but that doesn't mean we're fucking doing it." "Yeah, but lunch break is over now, so we have to start looking at the reports, right?" "Don't worry, we'll talk about it when we get to the office."

"Are we going back to the police station?" "I mean our second office." "You just said we couldn't go to the bar." "Another second office." "Costia?" Tyler raised his hands in a high-five gesture, "You're a bit of a cop now, Jess. You're paying this time, so I'll order the biggest latte with a lot of cream."