Northwind (Robert Hoon Thrillers, #1)

by J.D. Kirk

“A date? Jesus.” He gave the DCI an appraising look. “Who with? Stevie Wonder?”

“A whip?” Hoon frowned, processing this. “Who the fuck was he, Indiana Jones?”

this tail of bog roll trailing out behind me. Just hanging from my arse like the fuse on a firework.

And because you’re a creepy-looking bastard who’ll only give her the heebie-jeebies,”

Oor Wullie’s just some cheeky wee prick with a bucket fetish.”