Alistair had been eating lunch just outside before a whistle shot his way from the precinct. He turned sharply before shaking his head, reaching for his petty cash to pay the hot dog vendor.
"Fokin' belief dis man yea? 'ee can't do 'is fokin job an' 'eez whistlin at me like I'm d'fokin dog."...
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