‘You ordered?’ asked Harris. ‘Yeah, got the usual,’ nodded the sergeant then looked at the inspector with a worried expression on his face. ‘Look, level with me, will you, guv? How much trouble I am in over this Farmwatch thing?’ ‘Curtis was not desperately impressed – with either of us.’ Gallagher nodded glumly. ‘So what do I do?’ he asked. ‘You? You keep your head down. The only real problem will come if Curtis decides that this is a way of getting me out.’ ‘Surely it’s not that bad? Not after last Friday? I mean, all that good publicity.’ ‘Who knows what goes on in the addled brain of Philip Curtis?’ shrugged the inspector. ‘If he reckons that he has to sacrifice someone for the sake of his career he’s capable of doing anything. One thing is for sure, if either of the lads had been killed last night, you and me would be doing school crossing patrol now.’ ‘Whatever happens,’ said Gallagher, ‘thank you for trying.’ ‘No problem.’ Harris reached out and lightly touched his sergeant’s hand.
