Poirot and Hastings cruised the streets of London in Hastings pimped Dodge Charger. It drew plenty of attention with the throaty v8 engine and flame spitting exhausts. Poirot sat in the passenger seat, one toned arm leaning on the open window enjoying the ride.
'What did Japp say about what kind of problem it was?' He asked as he expertly threw the big car around the narrow streets and traffic.
'Not much my dear Hastings. He sounded most upset and stressed. He needs to lay off those pickled egg and whatsit lunches he's always having! He will end up in a early grave!'
'Well I'm assuming he's got a good private healthcare package working for Scotland Yard so hopefully they will be able to fix him once he goes pop!' Hastings replied as he flicked on the the radio and turned up some snoop doog.
'Hastings why of why do you insist on listening to this? Your about as gangsta as white bread!'
Hastings smiled and replied 'you know it makes me drive better and besides I grew up on the streets it's my jam!'
'You grew up in the posh part of Oxford. The closest you've been to a drive by was when Waitrose ran out of humus!'
They both laughed as they continued on their way with next episode blaring.
Inspector japp was a worried man. This was some next level wired ness and his pickled egg was repeating on him!
What he had before him was a real head scratcher of horror, gore and just plain bloody strange! The remains of what was formally the influencial trade delegate from Romania were strewn around the badly pruned laurel bush. It wasn't a pretty sight. But the expression on the head of the former trade delegate was so peculiar and dare he say it bloody hilarious was just making the whole situation surreal.
'Where's that bloody Belgium ponce? I'm bloody clueless here?! He shouted.
'Er boss you can't say that anymore! You'll be in front of HR again' a young constible said.
'Oh bloody hell give me a break!' Japp moaned rubbing his forehead in his hands.
The young constible quickly made himself scarce just as the sound of a monster v8 came thundering down the road.
'Ah about bloody time!' Roared Japp. He ran to the bright yellow Dodge Charger.
'Poirot! We've got a right odd one here!'