Who made the 999 call?Dunno, said Purdy. Mobile, probably.It's officers like Purdy that give the Metropolitan Police its sterling reputation for customer service that makes us the envy of the civilise...
Whatever you see, he’d said, take as long a look as you need to get used to it, to accept it, and then move on as if nothing has changed.
We seem to be sitting around waiting for the next fucking disaster. he said, which went into the official log as - DCI Seawoll felt that our operational posture was too reactive.
Under the vaulted arch of its white iron-and-glass roof it was as if IKEA had been hired to refit St. Pancras station. If Thomas the Tank Engine had been Swedish, his living room would have looked jus...
Tolkien and my dad had weirdly convergent ideas about the musical nature of the universe, although my dad would probably have been more forgiving of Melkor’s improvisation. You know, providing it didn...
This is why magic is worse even than quantum physics. Because, while both spit in the eye of common sense, I’ve never yet had a Higgs bosun turn up and try to have a conversation with me.
There was also a great absence of people, including behind the mahogany-topped reception desk. Now, there’s a time when an unlocked premises is a positive boon to a police officer as in –
The voice belonged to a plump, round-faced woman of the sort that develops a good personality because the alternative is suicide.
The Metropolitan Police Service is still, despite what people think, a working-class organisation and as such rejects totally the notion of an officer class. That is why every newly minted constable,...
That’s how real men settle their differences, through reasoned discussion and a dispassionate analysis. He farted as I reached the inner door, a sign, I decided, of his respect. Alexander
Men have died for this music. You can’t get more serious than that’ Dizzy Gillespie
In home furnishing terms, past a certain point, more money doesn’t get you anything except an increase in insurance premiums. An
In 1666, following an unfortunate workplace accident, the city of London burnt down.
I'd been too intent on the room to hear her coming up the stairs. Leslie said that the capacity not to notice a traditional Dutch folk dancing band walk up behind you was not a survival characteristic...
I wasn't sure I found that particularly reassuring, but in the event of an attack I wasn't going to be as much use as Thomas 'Oh sorry, was that your Tiger Tank?' Nightingale.
I was just looking to ascertain the whereabouts of the proprietor when I stumbled across the Class A controlled substances that were in plain sight in the bottom drawer of a locked desk in an upstairs...
I did feel a 'something', like a catch in the silence at the moment of creation.
Even at ten o’clock in the morning it was going to be full of members of the public. Rich, influential members of the public, many of them foreign, a lot of them with some level of diplomatic immunity...
Dr Walid walked me past the security at reception and introduced me to today's dead body.
Could it have been anyone, or was it destiny? When I’m considering this I find it helpful to quote the wisdom of my father, who once told me, Who knows why the fuck anything happens?