‘Bloody hellfire, Guv. I wish I lived in a place like this!’

‘NO chance, Dave. Blokes like this will never achieve anything. Just ordinary, decent, hard-working coppers’.

‘You missed out “honest”, Reg. Honest as well’.

‘Of course, Sergeant! Of course’.

The two officers surveyed the grounds of Joe Samson’s house. Acre after acre of finely manicured garden. Lawns so perfect it was hard to believe they weren’t artificial. But they were real, alright; Dave Wilson bent down and stroked some grass to make sure. Plants, bushes, trees, all in perfect position. Right down to the canal. Wilson pointed to the summer house by the water and the narrow boat moored there. A man and a woman walking their overweight Staffordshire Bull Terrier...

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