INSPECTOR Spencer Owuor's day had begun like any other as he kick-started his law enforcement routine. A routine that had involved waking up to his wife's cooking and the results had been showing for the last twelve years in the mirror, where a hunk of a man with an unsettlingly large belly would frown back at him.
If anything, he could have sworn that his wife was out to get him: overfeed him until he could walk no more then take everything he owned. But then the inspector laughed at that. There was nothing to take-his salary barely amounted to anything! Joke's on you, Janet!
Together with his teeth, he then brushed that thought aside when he heard his wife calling. She was just too good of a woman. Too good that it bugged him for all eternity.
