‘DC Rawlings, my office please,’ Yarrow said, hardly raising his voice across the CID room.
Rawlings looked up from his desk, a smug smile across his face, certain he was about to be commended for the prompt resolution of the Wallace theft. He stood in front of Yarrow’s desk, ready to lap up the praise he considered to be his due.
‘DC Rawlings give me your warrant card; you can consider yourself suspended from duty until I have time to consider what to do with you. You might well be charged with gross misconduct in public office, as well as any other charges I can think of. Your behaviour in the Wallace case is the most disgraceful I have ever come across,’ Yarrow said without raising his voice, but the menace and anger of his words could not be disguised as the colour drained from Rawl
