“Good evening, Sergeant,” Diane was in her early fifties, slender, alert and with a steady gaze. “Is this your apprentice?”
“This is Detective Constable Shaw,” Watters said. “You’ll get to know him.”
“Constable Shaw,” Diane held out her hand.
“We call Diane Three-dog because she has three dogs pulling her dog cart,” Watters explained. “She’s the most honest woman you will ever meet. Others in her trade are not. Isn’t that correct, Diane?”
“That’s correct, Sergeant,” Diana agreed. “Some give us a bad name, with the stall a front for dipping, while also giving forged coins as change. I don’t do that.”
“No, Diane. You’re on the side of the angels.” Watters swung his cane. “Are there any changes since I was last here?”
“We’ve had one major and a few minor changes, Sergeant. We have lost
