“As I attempted to explain to you when you visited me at the station, Mr. Doyle, bearing in mind the circumstances surrounding this matter, there isn"t an awful lot the police can effectively do…”
“So what the f**k do we pay your bloody wages for?” Jimmy Doyle almost exploded at the sergeant.
“For crying out loud, Jimmy, will you just let the man speak?” Connie snapped at her husband, instantly winning the respect of Sergeant Carson. In a quieter voice she continued, “Please go on Sergeant, and forgive my husband"s rude and uncouth outburst.”
For once, Jimmy Doyle found himself on the receiving end of a tongue lashing, and he made a gruff sound in his throat, stood up and walked across the room to the fireplace, where he stood leaning against the mantelpiece as Carson continued. Even Mi
