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The My name's Harry. I'm a former cop and currently a private investigator. I've been based in

London for the past 14 years. I won't get into the ins and outs of why I left the forest because

I could write a whole book on how I feel about the Metropolitan Police. But let's just say that I

felt a bit underappreciated.

And in 2010, I hung up my Bobby's hat for good to make a lot more money for myself in the

private sector.

I worked for a couple of different firms during those first few years, mostly doing

things like background checks, investigating insurance fraud, or doing asset searches for the likes of divorced lawyers.

It was good money, but some of it was so boring that it actually made me miss working for the Met sometimes.

Infidelity investigation was more my thing, but with it being a very sad and very dirty game,

there was only so much of it that I could stomach

before I was looking for other kinds of jobs. Corporate investigations paid well, rooting out

embezzlement and things of that nature, but the thing that I really enjoyed doing was finding

missing people. When an old colleague recommended it, I didn't think that it'd be a big enough

earner. If a person goes missing and it's urgent, people go to the police, not a PI. But as it

turned out, and for a variety of different reasons, not everyone wants the police involved.

I think the best and most rewarding example of this would be the woman who hired me to find

her sister, who'd unfortunately become involved in street prostitution to pay off a drug debt.

Being able to get a vulnerable person off the street and reunite them with her family was more

rewarding than any paycheck. Money is nice, but if you can't look yourself in the mirror in the mornings,

it's not worth the paper it's printed on, is it? And so that's what I stuck to. If there weren't

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