Sargeant Cooper's Office
Taking one last sip of coffee, Oneal, got up.
"It's about time you got here!" came Sgt. Cooper' boom
"Make yourself at home, Oneal, have a cup!"
Eyeing him suspiciously, Oneal closed the door to the room.
"Sit down, Jack!" Cooper said with a grin, an expression so rare.
People took it to be a sign of sadomasochism.
Awaiting the impending lecture about his state of affairs
No words could escape his lips. "The higher ups have noted your wisdom!
Sly dog you! Gave me a commendation for the work you have done
Lately. Good work! Need you to clear the table and start
Investigating a bloke named Harold Angel." Oneal stared stunned.
Next thing he knew his lap held a file at the dream case's heart
Every lead he needed had come suddenly like a free gift
Sgt. Cooper smiled. "Well off you go! Look over the file on your way to the lift"
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