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The limousine was idly waiting to drive Thaddeus back to the city though he instructed the driver to take him someplace else instead.  His actual destination was Main City precinct situated on Maynard Avenue, the city’s head department which oversaw all felonies, crimes and misdemeanours that poured in from surrounding counties.  He would have preferred visiting the Sheriff whom Constance had talked about regarding her son’s disappearance but he surmised that his presence there might set off an alarm by cops wondering what his business there might be.  Hundreds of questions would fly once cops got wind of how much he knew about the lonely rich widow in their county and her missing son.  Since beginning his foray as a private eye, Thaddeus Black had come to realise that the second thing despised by cops beside criminals was snooping private detectives; sometimes it usually overlapped whom they tend to hate the most.  She wanted discr