She sat writing her arrest report in the canteen. There was a peal of laughter from a group of detectives as they walked in. She smiled at their conversation.
“One of the daft pricks said there was a bunch of armed police there. One of ’em even had a b****y shotgun. These t***s are watching too much TV.”
They came and sat at her table.
“Jesus, you’re a b****y star, you are. That lot are wanted up and down the country. Did you hear that? They think a team of undercover cops was following them. They wouldn’t know the truth if it bit them,” said a stocky guy in his mid-thirties. “DCI Will Dawson, National Crime Agency.”
He extended his hand for Shannon to shake. The detective g**g jeered and groaned.
“She won’t shag you, Guv’nor. You’re too ugly and cheesy.”
“That’s you load of deadbeat
