Chapter 130 - PC Jason Dale
Jason’s Point of View
“f**k” I curse as the pen I was writing my latest arrest sheet with decided to leak all over my hands, leaving a blue blob on the sheet, which means I had to start it all over again.
I shouldn’t complain, some of the old guys on the force reminisce about the time when they would spend more time writing out paperwork, than actual police work. I am getting a taste of just what they mean today, along with the rest of my colleagues, because the servers are down, and we have no idea when they are coming back online, so the inspector has insisted we revert to pen and paper.
I throw the leaking pen into the wastepaper basket, getting a high degree of satisfaction from hearing it clatter against the wire frame as it settles at the bottom.
