Poirot was worried. 'Hastings back to the office right now!'
He ran to the charger.
'Oi poirot! What the ell?' Cried Japp.
'No time to explain now inspector! I'll ring you soon as! Hastings drive it like you stole it!'
'Yes sir!' Hastings replied! Pulling a pair of aviators on and whipping on danger zone by kenny loggins.
Just as the first notes started playing he wheel span out into the road leaving the stench of burnt rubber behind him.
He looked sideways at poirot 'So what's up? I've not seen you this wired since you last had a redbull overdose!!'
'Yes in my defence about that I was very tired! But 12 cans straight after each other wasn't my best move!' Poirot shuddered at the memory! 'This case reminds me of one of my earliest ones, which still gives me nightmares'
'Well old boy you going to share?' A bemused Hastings asked.
'Yes I was building the tension with a dramatic pause!! It was 30 years ago, I had just been promoted to detective in tbe Belgium police force...'