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Detective Inspector Theodore Dimmock strolls through Camden. It is warm, summer, and he has a day off.
He has got into the habit of shopping in the market if his free day falls on a Saturday, then sitting with a coffee or a beer, watching the Children's Crusade, the crowds of young people who throng the high street and the Stable Market. He calls it people-watching. It is something he has learned from Sherlock Holmes.
He knows what people wear, which tribes are allied with which. He recognises the goths, the cyber-punks, the rude boys. He occasionally catches the eye of a homeless person. He buys them tea and sandwiches, tips them with some cash. Sometimes, he learns something useful. Today is such a day.
"Hello, Mr D. SeaGlass is back."
The SeaGlass hasn't been seen in Camden Lock for a long time. Must be about two years now, he thinks.
"When?"
"Couple of days. He's on board."
"Thanks."
Dimmock hands the young woman his untouched coffee, scrabbles in his pocket for cash. Finds a ten pound note. She takes it with a nod and a smile.
He strolls along the canal bank. The SeaGlass is indeed back in its old mooring. He steps carefully down the gangplank and knocks on the door.