TWENTY-SIX
‘She dissed me, Jim,’ PC Jack Hobson complained to Inspector James Emery, ‘right there in front of the public, that woman who found the body, Dawn…’
Emery cut him off with a harsh look and a peremptory raised hand. ‘First of all, PC Hobson, you address me as sir or Inspector. Is that clear?’
Hobson looked stunned, Jim Emery was the Senior Warden in Hobson Freemason’s Lodge. Surely he was entitled to call him Jim, as they ate, drank and socialised together on lodge nights.
‘Sorry sir, I just thought, you know fraternally like, I could call you Jim, like in the Lodge?’
‘No, you may not. Whilst we are in uniform you address me correctly. Now what’s all this nonsense about?’
‘Like I said, she dissed me.’
‘Who? Do you mean PC Tombohm?’
‘Yes, her, Tombohm.’
‘In which case add
