CHAPTER TWELVE
Chief Inspector Wilson was calling a team briefing but before he spoke to everyone together, he wanted to speak to George privately. George was fidgeting uncomfortably in the seat opposite to where his boss was sitting. He didn’t want to be there as much as he did want to be there
“We need to discuss a few things about the case before I can cut you out.” DCI Wilson talked with a mouth half full of the sausage bap he was hungrily devouring. George tried to take his attention away from the red blob of ketchup nestled in the corner of his boss’s mouth. He was a stickler for table manners. His respect for people became slightly reduced when they couldn’t be bothered to finish their food before speaking. He thought it was a bit common, as his old mum might say, to see the food
