‘So, sir, tell me what do we know about this assault on the DCI team leader?’ Yarrow asked, taking a sip of the tea that a WPC had brought into Bullock’s office.
‘Aye, seems that Blundell give him a push, could have sent him head first down t’stairs if it weren’t for a brawny copper behind him. So he were arrested and taken out the house but he went quietly enough as it turned out, just walked out as if he hadn’t a care in the world, like he were top dog. Got in the van as if he owned it. He always had a lot of front, I’ll give him that.’
‘I don’t suppose he had much choice but to front it out in front of all his neighbours.’
‘Aye, big balls but bluffing it.’
‘Then what happened?’ Yarrow asked as he lit up another cigarette and then coughed violently as the smoke caught at the back of
