So close and yet
"Detective Jack Oneal," Jack mumbled, savoring the promotion
Almost within his grasp. "This Bloom case is my golden ticket.
Rocket ride to the top it is!" The years Jack had drifted on the karmic ocean.
"Knee is at it again, sport." The voice of his neighbor broke his thought thicket.
"Might want to consider less coffee, mate." Officer Ann Sullivan, was
Always giving Jack helpful pointers. None of which she herself applied.
Taking another long sip of tea and incessantly tapping her pen plus
The constant comments were her modus operandi. Jack replied
"Ever consider auditioning for rock drummer, Ann? The Who
Recently posted a vacancy." Jack sped up his leg jiggling.
"How are your time card cases coming on then?" was her returned coo.
Opening the Bloom file, Jack ignored her giggling.
Reading the post-it note that was inside:
Never mind the Bloom case, Oneal. See me in my office. "Hear goes," he sighed.
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