“Is that your tame prizefighter?” Snodgrass eyed Duff as if he were one of his tenants defaulting on his rent.
Watters pushed Snodgrass into the interview room. “Sit down,” he said.
Still slightly smiling, Snodgrass sat, pushed his chair back, crossed his legs elegantly and folded his arms. “Now, Sergeant, what can I do for you?”
“You can tell me why you were k********g children and chaining them inside a yacht in the Tay,” Watters said.
“I did not kidnap any children,” Snodgrass said, “I don’t own a yacht, and I didn’t chain anybody. I will be complaining to my Member of Parliament about the police raiding my house, arresting my staff and me, terrifying my maidservant, beating me, and falsely accusing me of wrongdoing. You can expect to lose your job, Sergeant Watters, as can Mr Macka
