'What?'
'With the CAB, helping people with their finances.'
Delaney turned to Sally. 'He's a semi-qualified accountant. Left university with a degree, a bad haircut and a habit.'
'Fuck the habit, I left university with fifteen thousand pounds' worth of student loans to pay off.'
Sally flashed him a less than sympathetic look. 'So, you're telling us you weren't flashing the wiener this morning.'
Chemical Andy flashed his teeth again and pumped his groin forward. 'I told you, sweet cheeks, this here ain't no chipolata. I'm talking jumbo sausage, darling, you bring your own sauce.'
Delaney glared at him. 'Just answer the question.'
'What, you serious? You think I'm some kind of pervert?'
Sally nodded. 'Yeah. We do. Why did you take off when you saw us otherwise?'
Andy Ware shook his head. 'Because I know the way you people work. You be putting something on me.'
His eyes slid sideways a little, not holding Delaney's gaze.
Delaney sighed and turned to Sally. 'Look in his briefcase.'
Andy Ware struggled futilely against the grip of the uniformed officers as Sally opened the case.
'No way, man. That's my private property. That's cold, man. You got no cause. You got no right.'
Sally opened the briefcase and pulled out several packs of white powder. 'And you got the right to remain silent.'
'Fuck that.'
'And the right to brag about the size of you hot dog to the boys of E Wing. I'm sure they'll have plenty of sauce for you.'
Delaney nodded to the uniforms. 'Take him to the car.'
The uniforms led him off cursing. Sally smiled and looked at Delaney. 'You think he's good for it?'
'Doubt it somehow.'
'So where does that leave us?'
Delaney let out a long painful sigh and let the pain show on his face. 'In need of a drink.'
'What's up, boss?'
'I've dislocated my shoulder.'
'Shall I take you down to the hospital?'
Delaney held his right hand out, wincing. 'Just take my arm, both hands, and hold it tight.'
'Sir?'
'Just do it, Sally.'
Sally, puzzled, did as she was asked.
Delaney took a quick, sharp breath then wrenched his shoulder, snapping it back into place. 'Jesus, Mary, and all the sweet saints!' He staggered backwards, Sally still clinging to his arm. 'All right, you can let go now.'
Sally released her grip and Delaney put his left hand against a lamp post.
'You all right, sir?
Delaney nodded at her, breathing deeply. 'You get off to the pub, I'll process laughing boy back at the factory.'
'You going to join us later?'
