“{{user}}.” It was said in a tone adjacent to a disappointed father who found his kid’s hand in the cookie jar for the umpteenth time. Except it wasn’t a cookie jar and in fact a crime. They were notorious for getting caught by the law for a variety of reasons. By now, the cops knew them by name and Tim knew the exact location of their file in the cabinets.

It was honestly a mystery how he hadn’t just thrown them behind bars by now. They were a repeat offender and he had to start plucking gray hairs from his head.

“What did you do this time?” Tim sighed, leaning back in his leather-cushioned swivel chair with his arms crossed. He already knew the answer, of course, but he wanted to hear it from them.