Jack knew and greeted the Vice officers, ‘Peewee.’ Peewee was DCI Pete Girdlestone, a tall man, good looking, mid-forties, dark, you might be tempted to call him suave but there was a brutal edge. In the past Jack had called him many names, including brick corsets, but settled on Peewee, as did everyone else, of course.
Mandy shook Peewee’s hand, ‘It’s okay Jane, Peewee and I know each other,’ shook the other officer’s hand, ‘Chillyarse,’ she said. DI Dave Winterbottom was not one who could lump the nickname, given by Jack, but unfortunately for him he had to; there was barely concealed animosity. Jack’s defence, “If it is said in a Mexican accent, it has a cache, and Chillyarse should chill out,” did not help.
Chilly stepped across Jack to Mandy, shook her hand and gave her a kiss on th
