Inspector Lilly looked genuinely worried.
“Guv’nor—respect man—I won’t piss on her strawberries just for the sake of it. She’s an arrogant cow and some high pressure grab-it-all lawyer. She’s no friend of the police service,” she said.
“Shannon, in Fleetworth-Green no one pisses on the strawberries, but I think we understand each other.”
Shannon reached across the desk and patted his hand which held her file. Deep down, she was thinking of nothing other than Spencer Chamberlain-Knightsmith and the male atmosphere of his presence.
“Guv, you’re safe, OK. I’ll sound off to you, but I’ll play the game. You’ve done your mission.”
Inspector Lilly looked relieved. Her approach had been unusual and familiar but it had done the job. Watching him fidget uneasily she knew he had even more to say
