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Theo Furlong (Theophilus is his given name but insists on Theo).
As befits his name he is a horse racing fan, always carries a copy of the Racing Post. He is regularly seen at the racecourse.
Drives a Saab 900, behind the wheel he is easily distracted and has no sense of direction regularly delaying his arrival at a crime scene. The Saab is never seen in any state other than covered in muck, inside is littered with losing betting slips, many of which have notes scribbled on the back relating to his police investigations. He can recall which notes are relevant by collating the info in his head with name of the losing horse and race.
Theo himself is always well presented in his trademark Donegal tweed sportscoat.
Raised and home-schooled by his very superstitious mother, his father disappeared soon after masterminding a betting scam that netted half a million pounds in the late 70's.
He has inherited his mother's ways and has an array of superstitions that he follows religiously.
Socially, he is blunt to the point of rudeness, and expects others to behave logically rather than emotionally. Totally at sea when it comes to the opposite sex and is oblivious to the advances of the lady who works the counter of his local bookies.
As befits his name he is a horse racing fan, always carries a copy of the Racing Post. He is regularly seen at the racecourse.
Drives a Saab 900, behind the wheel he is easily distracted and has no sense of direction regularly delaying his arrival at a crime scene. The Saab is never seen in any state other than covered in muck, inside is littered with losing betting slips, many of which have notes scribbled on the back relating to his police investigations. He can recall which notes are relevant by collating the info in his head with name of the losing horse and race.
Theo himself is always well presented in his trademark Donegal tweed sportscoat.
Raised and home-schooled by his very superstitious mother, his father disappeared soon after masterminding a betting scam that netted half a million pounds in the late 70's.
He has inherited his mother's ways and has an array of superstitions that he follows religiously.
Socially, he is blunt to the point of rudeness, and expects others to behave logically rather than emotionally. Totally at sea when it comes to the opposite sex and is oblivious to the advances of the lady who works the counter of his local bookies.