Looking around at his co-chiefs, men he'd known since he'd joined the forces, he was glad they'd responded to the call. He needed people who he could trust for the job.
"Right gents, think we'd better git started, even though Brown couldnae make it. We kin bring 'im upta speed if he does appear." Raising his cup, "first things first though, to Abigail, may she rest wi'out worrys."
"Now onta business. As ye might 'ave heard, our investigation ain't goin' as smoothly as it should be, considerin' who it was... An' I'm fur lookin' ta see why." He set his sight on each of his companions, gauging their reactions. So far so good, nothing too bad yet.
"An' ta go further, an' take a look at Greene, and these blasted orders fae Grenville. No need ta mention 'at this will be completely off th' books, aye?"
"I've bin doin' what I can fae Newgate, wi' respect ta those armed forces officers bein' held there. An' I've 'ad ma nephew do 'is best ta get close ta Greene, an' I'll need yer help for that Brian. I've tried ta git at the evidence files fur Abigail's... Murder, an' they've bin locked. High enough 'at a chief cannae git at them. We're either gonna 'ave ta git Greene ta open 'em, or crack 'em."
Sighing deeply, M'guire gazed at each o' his colleagues, his friends in turn.
"What're yer thoughts own this 'en?"
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