‘Oh, so there you are, lad, I was beginning to think you’d got lost,’ Bullock said, waving Yarrow to a chair in front of his desk.
‘Sorry, sir, I had to brief Sgt Harding, give him my orders, took longer than I thought.’
‘Bit slow on the uptake, is he?’ Bullock said with a laugh.
‘No, sir, not at all, I just had a lot to instruct him on.’
‘I’m only joshing you; I know he’s a bright lad, he’ll go far and he’ll be after your job in no time.’
‘Ha, most days I think he’d be welcome to it, but, sir, tell me, tell me about Blundell. Convicted you say?’
‘Aye, on all counts. That’s down to you, lad, you got this ball rolling.’
‘To be truthful, sir, that was Frankie Starling.’
‘Aye, Frankie Starling. No loss to the world there.’
‘You know, sir, towards the end, I actually got to quite like
