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uniform trousers all torn at the knee. It looked as if Low Budget Porn Star had got away.
'Two out of six,' said Steel, leaning on the roof of the empty patrol car, 'no' exactly a brilliant arrest rate.' She smoked in silence for a moment, staring at Spotty and his swollen face. 'Right,' she said at last, pinging her fag end away, 'let's go see what the Clearasil Kid has to say for himself.'
Logan dragged out his phone. 'I'll get them to set up an interview room, we can--'
'Don't be so wet. Here,' the inspector dug into her pocket and pulled out a handful of change, 'go get some ice-lollies.'
By the time Logan returned from the little grocers, Steel was lounging in the back of Alpha One Six with Spotty. Logan clambered in on the other side, sandwiching him in.
Steel leaned across the prisoner and looked at Logan. 'What did you get?'
'Strawberry Mivvi, Orange Maid, and a Chocolate Cornetto.'
She stuck her hand out. 'Cornetto - gimmie.' She un wrapped it and took a happy bite, talking with her mouth full, 'What about you, Derek? Fancy an orange lolly? Nah, better no' it'd clash with your ging-er hair. Strawberry Mivvi for Derek here, Laz.'
Logan held it out, but Spotty the Baboon, AKA: Derek, didn't take it. Which wasn't that surprising, his hands were cuffed behind his back.
'Give it here,' said Steel. She took the lolly and held it against Derek's cheek. 'There you go, that'll keep the swelling down a bit.'
Derek's voice was a high-pitched croak, 'It's cold...'
'Aye, well, that's what you get for being stupid. When someone yells, "Police", you either give up like a good boy, or you run like buggery.' She took a bite out of her Cornetto. 'Mmmph mmmf mnn mmnnfmmmmph fmmmnnnt?'
'Think that bloody copper broke my jaw...'
'Then you wouldn't be able to talk, you moron. I said, "who were you fighting with?"'
'I'm in pain!'
'You'll be in a lot more if you don't start talking.' She tossed the lolly back to Logan. 'My sergeant here likes to slam people's hands in car doors. It's his hobby. You want me to take a wee walk and see if you've still got all your fingers when I get back?'
'It was ... a ...' Spotty licked his top lip. 'They were Rangers supporters; said the Dons were shite. Couldn't let them get away with that...'
'Bollocks.' Steel cracked the door open. 'Start with his wanking hand, Laz, I'm going for a walk.'
Derek peered at Logan. 'You can't--'
'Can I break his thumbs as well?'
The inspector nodded. 'Fine by me.'
'It was just a fight! That's all. Football. You know what it's--'
'Do his toes too.' Steel levered herself out into the sunshine, licked a runaway dribble of chocolate ice-cream off the back of her hand, and slammed the car door.
Derek flinched.
'NO, WAIT! I didn't ... I ...' He closed his eyes and shuddered as Steel climbed back into the car.
'Make it fast, Derek, my Cornetto's melting.'
'They was trying to tell us we had to ... sell stuff for them. You know ... instead of ... who we usually sell it for.'
'Uh-huh, and who would that be?'
'Don't remember.' Derek scowled out of the car window at the man in the back of Alpha One Four: Mr Meat Paste for a Nose. 'Fucking Polish bastards. Come over here, taking our jobs, screwing our women...'
Logan poked him in the shoulder. 'Ever sent anonymous letters, Derek? You know, lots of different fonts and exclamation marks?'
'Eh?'
'Where were you last night?'
'Went round Harry Jordan's and got wasted. Ask him. We had a party with his ... we had a party.'
Steel tutted. 'Hope you wore protection, Derek: you'll get all sorts of nasty diseases partying with Harry Jordan's girls.' She slapped the Strawberry Mivvi back against his cheek. 'So, you going to come clean about who you're selling for? Like I couldn't already guess.' She pointed at the green-and-yellow Turf 'n Track sign. 'Come on, Derek, play it smart for once.'
But Derek had no intention of changing the habit of a lifetime.
Mr Meat Paste for a Nose sat on the other side of the interview room table, repeating for the