Bob POV
The day had felt so very long.
I am feeling so old.
It has been a while since we have done this intense investigation, and I am no longer up to the challenge.
This modern technology is great, but I must learn how to use it and spend hours searching.
Then Gemma or Alex would arrive.
'No, this way it's quicker.'
They would say.
"Hit a few buttons, and the results would pop up."
It is all well and good for them to do that, but I waste so much time searching when it could have been only a little bit needed. It is my fault, thinking I could do this, but I am feeling every bit of my age. I find I cannot do all-nighters any longer, need to get some sleep, or cannot function the next day; I am sluggish and make silly mistakes.
Even when I sat with the king, reviewing some o
