Well... maybe I'll stop for a quick coffee

You're driving along the roads. The wind is refreshing as you whizz along in your convertible. Your hair is blown about in the wind - you feel so free.

The morning sky is pleasant, you notice as you are driving towards the scene of the crime.

It's 6:00 am now. The roads are clear, but shops are beginning to open to ready for the busy day ahead of them. The shutters open and you look out for a coffee shop. You feel the urge for a steaming hot coffee - to scoop out all the froth and warm up your insides.

Before too long, you spot one. Pulling over, you decide to get it to go. You really do need to get to the crime scene, but this wont take long.

You take joy in being able to walk to the front and order straight away. It's 6 am - no lines!

Patiently, you wait for your coffee to arrive.

It doesn't take long. before you know it you're back in the car and once again back on your way to the crime scene. The wind whips through your hair as you gun down the motor way to try to get there on time.

Your phone rings. What do you do?

The End

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