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THE c**k AND BULL, CHARLTON, LONDON, SEPTEMBER 1979See all, hear all, say naught.
That was the advice my old sergeant told me when I was still in uniform. I took his comment to heart and made sure I kept my eyes and ears open, and my mouth shut. It stood me well in the squad. But it wouldn’t be enough to protect me from the likes of Billy Mackenzie. I didn’t have enough life experience in my mid-twenties to figure out who not to trust. Besides, Billy had come highly recommended, and I had no reason not to trust Spence or his judgement. I couldn’t say I exactly liked Billy Mackenzie. He had a shifty nature. He was a snitch, after all. But I was eager to impress my bosses, eager to make an impression, eager to be recognised and respected as a good detective. As a female copper I had to w
