and I really feel that it is my public duty to report this. As he worked to put things back in order, the sounds of the voices in the crowded room floated by him, but he didn't really pay attention until a soft, West End, very feminine voice penetrated his consciousness. He hadn't eaten all day, and his mouth watered at the thought of an underdone beefsteak, a plate of chips, and a pint of ale, but he couldn't tolerate the idea of leaving his desk in a mess. He was supposed to meet Billy and Rob at the pub for his birthday in half an hour. Mick knew then it was going to be a long day.īy late that afternoon, after getting a black eye from a drunken aristocrat, a stern reprimand from his superintendent, and several less-than-amusing birthday pranks played on him, Mick knew he'd been right. His shoulder ached from that bullet wound ten years back, he seemed to have more gray in his dark hair than he'd had the night before, and shaving off his mustache didn't make him look any younger. On this particular morning, he even felt old. Today was his birthday, his thirty-sixth birthday, and he had to face the bitter fact that he wasn't so young anymore. When he awoke on the morning of May 28, Mick Dunbar was not a happy man.
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