I tried to “solve a crime” in a ND this morning, or rather, prove my innocence:
[spoiler]I start trying to put things back in order and then give up, sitting down on the bed. There’s no point clearing up until they leave.
“It was the London lot. You know what they’re like.” The nurse tells me. She sits down next to me on the bed. “A lot of medical supplies have gone missing as well. We just discovered it in the stocktake.”
“Those bastards.” I reply.
A DC who I think is from the London office taps the door so it swings open, apparently he was spying on us through the crack in the door.
“It went missing from your cupboards, mate.” He gives me an evil grin.
“You’re not getting away with it this time. I’m going to prove it was you.” I tell him, standing and squaring up to him.
He sneers and starts implying that our office used the medical supplies as recreational drugs. I shove him against a wall and then go looking for the missing medical supplies.