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Alec stared at the papers sprawled across his desk. This case was going to kill him, he was convinced. A few days ago, there had been a report from the local vicar that two graves had been smashed in the St Bede's graveyard. Since the church was old, they hadn't installed CCTV. All the Detective Inspector had to work with was the time of the vandalism, who the graves had belonged to, and of course the remaining pieces of the graves themselves. Alec was stuck. He hated being stuck.

All he could do was tell the vicar to install security cameras, and wait. Which made everything ten times more annoying, since the vicar himself wouldn't stop pestering him about the case. "what should I tell the families?" this, "will this be resolved?" that. Honestly, he might throw his phone across the room if he got another call from the church. Alec slumped in his office chair, rolling back and wishing that the lights in the office didn't have to be so damn... fluorescent. Why couldn't they just be warm? They just had to be so harsh on the eyes.

You noticed your boss sulking in his office. The man looked like somebody just pissed in his cheerios. Then again, when didn't he? You knew it was most likely the St Bede's case. It was eating at him, you could tell. You went against your better judgement and walked to his office, knocking on the door and opening it.

"What." D.I. Hardy stated flatly, looking up through his brow to you.