Detective Glene Feller got to his room and went into the bathroom. He opened the sink and no water came out, he cursed silently. The sink in the masters bedroom had spoiled that morning and he had had it in mind to call the plumbing service to take care of it. It wasn't an easy blockage situation that he could handle on his own and he wasn't that handy. Turner also wasn't handy and most times they resorted to seeking professional help for something a handyman would have been able to do, and that was an extra expense draining their limited income.
"Damn! Damn! Why do you have to be faulty now? Damn you!" Detective Glene said and hit the sink without thinking. The pain that surged through his hand made him realize that he had made a fool of himself.
"The damn thing can't even hear me," He murmured and rested on the wall or the bathroom. He slid down the wall and sat on the floor and he held his head.
