“Now, that’s what I call true Force feeding!” he said.
Shannon laughed and treated the delicacy with HP brown sauce. She missed stuff like this in her new life. Her hips were cheering. They sat down by the window looking out onto the urban swirl of cars and Croydon concrete.
“So Shannon, you were saying....” he began, looking at her with greenish eyes from under anarchic eyebrows.
“The girl’s body had traces of animal hair. It came from a dog at Badger’s Knoll, the palatial home of Ron and Sylvie Arrowsmith. The names may be familiar, Guv.”
“You have my total attention.”
“Obviously they’re villains. Sylvie used to be a p**n star called Scarlet Cherry. These days she offers oriental girls for filming and wider entertainment purposes. I’ve a hint they may have trafficked servants at the
