David Jarrett was not pleased to be asked to attend another interview, pacing back and forth, and rapidly made his displeasure known as Grace and Terry entered the interview room.
‘Well, well, well. Look who it isn’t, DCI Grace Swan, boss lady piggy. So, you must be DS piglet Horton.
‘Take a seat David,’ Terry Horton said, ‘insulting behaviour won’t get you anywhere.’
‘Depends on where you want to go, doesn’t it,’ he responded, still pacing back and forth like a caged tiger. ‘Besides, there is nothing I like more than riling officious piggies.’
‘Sir down and stop behaving like a stupid schoolboy,’ Grace snapped at him.
Reluctantly he sat down, but was not done with his childish, antagonistic behaviour. ‘Not against the law, is it, taking the piss out of coppers? Or perhaps it is, no
