JAKE STERLING AND DES Arnott, the two cockiest of the leather-clad youths who had been hanging around on the corner of Primrose Avenue with Jake’s brother and another mate, were just as cocky an hour later as, one after the other, they sat in interview room two.
Rafferty had seen numerous youths like this pair pass through the police station; the country had an entire generation of them; those who knew all about their “rights”, but nothing at all about their responsibilities.
All four youths had been interviewed separately. So far, all the two cockiest had contributed were sneering “no comments” to Rafferty and Llewellyn’s questions. Rafferty blamed the police programmes on the telly, which were full of youths like these two with their own “no comments”.
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