‘What sort?’ a wide-eyed Appleyard said, reigniting her iPad as if it might tell her the answer.
‘Gilligan has received a couple of complaints and he’s taking the matter very seriously. These are not wolf-whistle grievances or anything of that sort.’
‘Popescu mentioned some corrupt officers he’d overheard in Lovell Park,’ Appleyard put in. ‘We should pursue that line of enquiry.’
Sant pointed a finger at her iPad. ‘Find out who was patrolling the park last Wednesday night, pretend you know something you don’t, see what they’re prepared to own up to.’
Appleyard turned to Hardaker. ‘Have we spare capacity to shadow Donohue?’
‘Just,’ said the superintendent, ‘though we’re a man down. The last one Carl took on a tail job is still paying for his troubles.’
‘Capstick will be right as rain
