I drove down with Victoria and dropped her off at her parents before heading for the police station. I knew where it was, as I’d had to go there after Victoria’s mom had been arrested when she assaulted a Jehovah’s Witness following one of her gin benders. I’d managed to do a little deal with the duty officer – he’d been particularly keen on one of the tithe cottages and he found himself able to move in on a vastly reduced rent. I presumed it would be the same guy and that this would be a mere formality. Sadly for me, there was a new sheriff in town and this one was an A-star idiot. He was one of those cops who thinks it’s all about the book, no room for any discussions. I asked him what we...