‘Aye, seeing Bill Piercey were the right way to go about it,’ Bullock told Yarrow after his visit to Wakefield HQ. ‘He’d heard a rumour or two himself about Blundell and what with you hearing it from the horse’s mouth, as it were, he really sat up for it. He’s going to set up a special team on the quiet, headed by a DCI, don’t know who, prob’ly never will find out until it’s all over. We’ve got to keep out of it, not to go poking about us selves, don’t want to be tipping Blundell off, now do we? It’ll all be carried out on the hush hush, softly, softly, catchee monkey, but Bill will keep me in the loop, let me know what’s going on.’
‘That’s good to hear, sir.’
‘Aye, let’s just hope they come up with summat, summat big enough to nail that maggot Blundell. God, knows I hate bent coppers, o
