The Vets (Stephen Leather Thrillers)
“5) Neil Coleman sat at his desk with a grin from ear to ear, luxuriating in the warm feeling of a job well done. He swung his feet up on to his desk and sipped his fifth cup of coffee of the day. The one thing that would make his morning perfect would be a cigarette, but he was determined to quit once and for all. On his desk was an internal memo from the Commissioner’s office, congratulating him on the previous night’s work. The glowing praise would look good on his record, even though he knew that it wouldn’t lead to promotion, but it was the speed with which it had reached his desk that had impressed him. Normally it was only bad news which travelled quickly through the police bureaucracy.
Coleman yawned and closed his eyes. He had been up all night, and spent most of it in the front seat of a police van overlooking Chek Mun Hoi Hap, the narrow channel which linked Tolo Harbour with the sea. Hui had been with him, and there had been six uniformed constables sweating in the back.
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