Mr Austin was investigating some peculiar speculation happening to shops who have lost a lot of their goods recently.
Mr Austins face was more difficult to see than an ant. It was as dark as the night sky, pitch black. He was wearing a dark black hat, circular but rather large for him and his dress style was quite casual, very dark blazer matching his hat. He was a very peculiar person.
Mr Austin was cycling down the street towards the grocery store. He thought it was very peculiar that there was no-one there, apart from the people on the tills, but that didn't bother him as he thought he wouldn't have to wait in a queue.
The young detectives face noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was someone acting rather odd. They walked out of the shop, having a lot of heavy clothing on. He rushed out to meet him at the shop entrance.
Mr Austin went over to the bag and had a look. As he predicted really, it was crammed up with stolen goods. He could not believe his eyes! There was not one single air pocket left in his bag. He then went onto his phone and said there is a big delivery coming in to the police station in about 5 minutes as the police station was just around the corner.
The detective has done his job again as he has reported another criminal off the streets of London and has put him in his place, prison.