‘And?’ And that was it; that was the extent of my knowledge. I shrugged. There was no point pretending otherwise. Somewhat surprisingly, Tony looked pleased. ‘Good,’ he said. ‘You know absolutely fuck all and that means you’re not a groupie. There’s been a few of those in the department. It’s hard enough to do our jobs as it is, but when you’ve got police officers who go weak at the knees at the first glimpse of a fang or a patch of fur, it can become nigh on impossible.’
Oo .... that seems bordering on predjudice to me?
