He still managed to solve a few cases.
But the magic touch had gone.
There was no sparkle.
No Vavavoom.
And when Number Two son drank himself to a place in the mortuary.
That was it.
The final straw.
Some family members rallied round.
Helped him out.
There's not the glamour anymore.
But the money isn't that bad.
And he gets Mondays off.
Needs must.
