Skynner wasted no time in determining the niceties of the dispute between the Keeper and the GardHein officer. ‘I told you to get this lot locked up, didn’t I? What’s the delay?’ he demanded.
Before the Keeper could speak, the officer replied. ‘The PlasHein cells can’t be used for street brawlers,’ he said haughtily. ‘I’m surprised you even suggested it, Serjeant. I’m sure you’ve got perfectly adequate cells of your own at the Keeperage.’
Skynner clamped his teeth together tightly to still his immediate reaction to the officer’s tone, but it was impossible. ‘I have indeed, sir,’ he said, his voice low and ominous. ‘Unfortunately there is a slight problem in the square here, and in the surrounding streets, which needs all the men that I have left and more. Might I respectfully suggest tha
