“What happened to your last DS?” “His name was Alan Butcher. A good man. He died in a car accident.” “I’m sorry.” “Not as sorry as I was; I was the one that ran over him in my wife’s Volvo. But it wasn’t my fault—he stepped out in front of me.” “Was he…tall?” asked Mary a bit recklessly. Jack shook his head sadly. “You’ve heard about the giant killing already?
