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had towade through loads of waffle for what action there was. He opened a bottle of Tequila and drank from the neck. It hit him like thunder, he was pissed before he knew it and decided to rewind the tape – maybe the show needed booze. The women looked better already.

12
    FALLS AND ANDREWS were investigating a pub breakin on the Balham High Road. The owner was a thick fuck who shouted at them the second they walked in through the door:
    ‘Who’s going to pay for the damage?’
    Andrews looked to Falls who asked:
    ‘What is the extent of the damage?’
    He stared at her, as if he couldn’t believe his ears? Answered:
    ‘A smashed window, broken bottles, and my dog.’
    Andrews went:
    ‘Dog?’
    Now he turned to her, sneered:
    ‘What are you, an echo? How long have you been on the job, two days?’
    Falls tried not to smile, two days was exactly right. He wasn’t finished:
    ‘Yeah, my dog, they smashed his head in with something, probably a baseball bat.’
    Andrews tried for a professional tone, enquired:
    ‘What type of dog?’
    ‘What type of dog? A fucking dead dog.’
    Falls held up a finger, cautioned,
    ‘Mind your language, sir. Now, how do you know they used baseball bats?’
    He gave a vicious smile, seemed delighted she’d asked as if he’d been storing it up, said:
    ‘Yer darkies, they use bats, they can’t afford golf clubs.’
    Falls wasn’t put out, she was used to this crap, said:
    ‘I see a space on the wall there. Was there a picture taken?’
    The memory of the sale pleased him and he said:
    ‘Some space cadet, he was in, having a pint and he spots the painting, has to have it. I paid, like, two nicker for it at a garage sale. Have a guess how much I got the dumb bastard for?’
    As Falls didn’t venture, Andrews said:
    ‘From your tone, obviously a lot.’
    ‘You betcha, sweetmeat: a hundred smackers, what do you think of that?’
    Falls asked:
    ‘And he was black, was he?’
    The guy was confused, asked:
    ‘Black, why?’
    ‘Well, you said he was dumb, so I presumed he was black, given your views.’
    He stared more closely at Falls, then:
    ‘Are you fucking with me? You better remember who’s paying your bloody salary.’
    Andrews piped up:
    ‘You have already been cautioned about your language.’
    He gave a snort of derision, pushed past them, said:
    ‘Bollocks.’
    Andrews caught his arm, turned him and kneed him in the balls. He fell to his knees, roaring like a bull. It was hard to guess who was more surprised, him or Falls. Andrews said:
    ‘Now you’re cautioned.’
    Outside, Falls said:
    ‘I don’t think they mention that in the training manual?’
    Andrews smiled, said:
    ‘Was I being over-zealous?’
    ‘Girl, you were magnificent.’
    Andrews was pleased with the praise. When Falls suggested they have a coffee, she felt she was on her way to being accepted. They went to a small café, got some locals staring at them till Falls stared back. A waitress came over, asked:
    ‘Ladies, what can I get you?’
    Falls said:
    ‘Two large coffees and the stickiest, most calorie-laden buns you have.’
    ‘Would you like cream on the coffee?’
    Falls looked at Andrews who grinned from ear to ear. Falls said:
    ‘Bring it on, pile on that sucker.’
    Falls rooted in her bag, took out a pack of cigs, offered one.
    Andrews was tempted, said:
    ‘I quit a while ago.’
    Falls lit up, said:
    ‘Trust me, you’ll be smoking again. This is the kind of job nicotine was designed for.’
    The coffee came, laden with cream, and the buns were almost obscene in their richness. Falls took a spoon, scooped a dollop of cream and put it in her mouth. She made a face of simulated orgasm, went:
    ‘Oh… oh… that’s the spot… oh yes… oh my God, the earth is moving.’
    Andrews got the giggles and then shovelled a spoon herself. A man in a suit was taking a dim view and glared at them. Andrews signalled him to Falls who ignored him. Then they got stuck into the buns and were like two