Chapter 28
Taken
The thug guarding the door frowned as a figure lurched down the alley toward him.
“Gerouta ’ere,” he snarled. “Sod off an’ take anuvver road.”
“Doan wanna,” slurred the figure. The man fiddled with his garments as if to relieve himself. “Yer caan’ make me go ’way. ’S a public road this is.”
“Yer git outa ’ere. Sod off afore I gives yer summat ter do’s yer tol’.”
“Sod orf yersel’.” The man swayed and lurched toward the thug. “’S a public street. Kin go where I likes.”
Incensed, the thug stepped out of the shadow and moved forward to teach this fool a lesson. There was only one problem; the man was suddenly sober, and met the attack with a solid blow from his truncheon.
With a grim smile, the Inspector pulled out his whistle and blew sharply. The response was more wh
