Jackie watched as DCI Angers popped an ‘after-eight’ lunch mint into his mouth. He chewed on it thoughtfully, while he read the autopsy report in the incident room. The ‘girly sweet’ meant he was stable, but a little disturbed. Chocolate and peppermint to stimulate his mind, he told her. Yeah, right. Not because it tasted good and added a few more inches to his ample waist-line.
‘We put all of our resources into a prostitution clamp-down.’ Jackie didn’t expect his reaction. DCI Angers laughed. He actually laughed. Like a donkey braying.
‘Jackie, my darling. I am the Vice squad,’ he said pointing around the office, and frowning at the untidy heaps of files strewn across empty desktops.