I place my hat on the hat-rack and unholster the tea bags and porridge sachets in their usual place - you know - next to my gun and badge.

I crack open the blinds a smidge and squint into the overcast street below, where a cop walks towards a homeless man and offers him food.

I sip on my green tea-oolong fusion mix, as I watch the kind scene unfold. I shake my head. “These streets aren’t what they used to be.”