‘You got the shitty end of the stick again, Boss. But we’ll crack this one. If I was Chief Mallon, I’d be lookin’ to you too, instead of Boyle.’ The little Belfast detective was unconvincing, and Swallow was not in a mood to be comforted. ‘It’s fucking great to have a full-time optimist around,’ he replied. He knew the trail was stone cold. In fact, there was no trail worth talking about at this stage. His only consolation was that he had as good a team as G-Division could field. Mossop was doing book man on the Phoebe Pollock investigation while ‘Duck’ Boyle had appointed Detective Tony Swann to that role for the investigation into her brother’s murder. Swallow was content to keep Swann on the team. He had the qualities a good book man required: grasp of detail, a capacity to spot patterns and connections and the ability to write passable English. He retreated to the crime sergeants’ office to think. He needed to consider how best to deploy his resources and to establish priorities.
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