Feet of Clay (Discworld, #19; City Watch, #3)

by Terry Pratchett

“I thought you’d be down the street and following someone,” he said. “Follow who?” said Angua. “Pardon?” “I can smell him, and you, and the bread, and that’s it.”

That's a pretty significant clue itself, Carrot my lad.

“Is dere any trouble?” he said. The crowd backed away. “None at all, officer,” said Mr. Raddley. “You, er, just loomed suddenly, that’s all . . .” “Dis is correct,” said Detritus. “I am a loomer. It often happen suddenly. So dere’s no trouble, den?” “No trouble whatsoever, officer.” “Amazing t’ing, trouble,” rumbled Detritus thoughtfully. “Always I go lookin’ for trouble, an’ when I find it people said it ain’t dere.”

An excellent exchange.

He turned. An attractive Watchwoman behind him gave him a friendly smile. That was to say, her mouth turned up at the corners and all her teeth were visible.

I am becoming very fond of Angua.