ered if he shouldn’t have told him. “This is personal now!” Derrick laughed and Mohandas smiled at his troubled friend. They both took a sip of their drinks and relaxed into the corner bench.“What are those lot up to?” asked Mohandas, gesturing towards the window. Derrick smirked.“Truthfully, I haven’t got a clue. All I know is that one old lady, Miss. Rodgers, keeps on complaining about the racket they make. Strange thing is, no other residents have complained. Often in the mornings though, I find great piles of ash in that clearing, on the common. My boss tells me to drop the case, that ‘its out of my field of experience’!” Derrick exclaimed.“But you’re not abouts to do that, are you?” Mohandas asked.“No! He’s just always had it in for me, you know, when I came, as a Racial Crimes Representative for this division,”“Hey! Hold it, Racial Crimes Representative? That’s a bit like what I do, cool!” Mohandas smiled.“Yeah… Well, after the introduction, he came up and said that my position ‘wasn’t necessary’ and ‘a waste of English taxpayers money’! Anyway, he has just dismissed any case I follow up since then as ‘insignificant’.” Derrick clearly didn’t think affectionately of this man.“An example, a case where he said this.” Mohandas requested.“Well… There’s been a series of disappearances in this area, and I spotted the obvious connection, that every single one was a member of some racial or religious minority; a Sikh, a Hindu Indian, a Black North-American tourist, er… and Martha Marsden, Billy’s Black wife.”“Billy’s? Poor guy… Wife and daughter gone. Do you have any leads?” Mohandas asked, concern clearly showing in his eyes.“Yeah, several. Thing is, when I phone base to tell them what...
