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Foley and Rose moved to the front of the room, stood next to Yap Yap Barker, and waited for the room to clear. A few minutes later, when the room had been vacated by all but himself and Foley and Rose, Barker eyed the desks and chairs no longer laying neat and orderly around the room. Empty and partially empty paper drinking cups littered desktops, chairs lay at strange angles to the front of the room and one or two were laying on the floor.
“Look at this place,” Barker said with a shake of the head. “Looks like someone threw a grenade in here. I’m in charge of a team of pigs!”
“They’re all good cops, boss,” Foley reminded him.
“Good cops but bloody lazy housekeepers. Now I’ve got to get someone to clean up this place.” He looked at Foley and Rose.
“Would you like Russell to do tha
