"I had a complaint about you, Watters." Larkin leaned back in his chair and pressed the fingers of his hands together. "Mrs Bridget Flannery mentioned that you visited her premises on numerous occasions and tried to break her door down on Christmas Day, disturbing the peace of her establishment."
"I have already reported to you about the Wild Geese, sir."
"I am fully aware of your unhealthy interest in that establishment, Watters."
"That"s Sergeant Watters, sir, and there is something very wrong about the Wild Geese."
"I am taking you off that case, Watters, and away from that area. I need detached and professional detectives, not loose cannon who engage in private feuds." He tapped his fingers on the desk in a manner strikingly similar to that employed by the departed and much-missed
