As always, Liam leafed through some pickpocket's file for an hour. Then the phone rang. He picked up the phone. "Hello? Yes, sir," he cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair, "an intern under my supervision, are you kidding?" Liam chuckled and rested his head on his arm, resting on the table. "When will the intern arrive?" He exhaled and rubbed his forehead, resigned to his "fate." Sanchez mumbled and hung up.

What should he do now? He never wanted to teach anyone, especially some child.

He was told to expect an intern on the spot, which he did for an hour. Then a new face appeared in the doorway, accompanied by his colleagues. "Are you the new intern?" he lazily got up from his chair without enthusiasm, "I'm Liam Jr. Sanchez, Senior Detective of the department." The detective extended his hand. "Just call me Mr. Sanchez." Working with the new arrival did not cause joy in him, but on the contrary, despondency, because he worked like a workaholic, and here was another problem.