Wonder what this is all about? Yarrow wondered as he made his way upstairs. He stopped off at the toilets and washed his hands and face before making his way to Bullock’s office.
‘You wanted to see me, sir?’
‘Aye, lad, you were right and I don’t get to say that very often,’ Bullock chuckled with a wide grin across his florid face, walrus moustache bristling with hilarity.
‘Sir?’
‘Blundell, you were right, refused to cooperate with special crime boys from Wakefield. Refused to even talk to them. I’ve just heard, fourteen years and kicked out of the Force and he’s lost his pension. Fourteen years and lost his pension, serve the bugger right. It’ll give notice to any other copper who thinks of going bent,’ he gloated, almost rubbing his hands with glee.
‘Is that all, sir, but I’m in the
