“This is why I stick with women,” she said. “Far less chance of this sort of thing happening.” Sinead’s laugh was a little awkward. Detective Superintendent Mitchell was usually something of a closed book. Her sexuality was no secret—Sinead had briefly met her partner once, at some after-work do—but talking about it like this was unusual.
Isn’t it bloody sad at the way we still are, fighting over sexuality, racial issues, mental health & drugs, the trifecta +1 I’d like to think we’re not a lost cause, but somedays I just don’t know.
