"AHHH!!!"
"Why haven't you found anything yet? What are you all good for?"
"Worthless! Worthless! A bunch of worthless trash!"
The police chief was furiously venting. Standing before him was the sheriff of the area, but now they were all so harshly scolded they couldn't even lift their heads.
They had no choice; it had already been two days, and they still hadn't found any clues.
They didn't know how the thief had managed to evade the patrol officers, commit several crimes without alerting the homeowners, and make off with such an enormous amount of assets.
This major case was on the verge of becoming a cold case, and as the primary person in charge, the police chief was naturally frantic.
This wasn't just about his career prospects, but his very neck. If he didn't handle it well, those above might make an example of him to provide an explanation to the others.
He was frantic... so utterly frantic! He felt he might die from the stress!
