‘Probably more than you think. But I have to say, Danny got on very well,’ Emma said with a smile. ‘It’s a good job I was with him, else we might have lost him. Quite a hit with the twinks he was.’
‘Twinks?’ Grace asked.
‘Young gay boys—still teenagers, or very early twenties.’
‘Did you score then, lad?’ Fred asked, leering at Danny.
‘No, Fred, I’m saving myself for you,’ Danny shot back. The old and young detectives had a good rapport, built on respect, and frequently bantered with each other, much to the amusement of the others.
‘Emma, restore some sanity into the proceedings, would you, please?’ Grace requested, smiling, always appreciative of the harmony that existed amongst her team.
‘We started at the Propaganda—that’s a gay bar on Wellington Street. We showed everybody the pho
