Budget Costs

The detective leaned back in the seat, stretched expansively and roared. “Lazy fucking bastards!”

There was a sudden flurry of papers being shuffled, phones being lifted, and desk drawers being opened and closed.

“Aggghhh, not you useless lot,” he growled. “Not this time anyway.”

“Who’s offended the mighty Sergeant Prick, this time?” an attractive female police officer drawled.

“That’s Pryck … like dyke.” She’d rebuffed his many advances.

She merely generated a smug smile...pausing it for greater effect.

“Hrrmph, thought I’d a break on the Couples Killer...but the council couldn’t be bothered cleaning the CCTV lenses.”

From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid