““Steel squared her shoulders. "Ladies, and gentlemen, are are no' at home to Mr Fuckup today. Who are we no' at home to?" The response wasn't much more than an embarrassed murmur. "Mr Fuckup." "I CAN'T HEAR YOU! WHO ARE WE NO' AT HOME TO?" Better this time: "Mr Fuckup." "ONE MORE TIME!" They bellowed it out: "WE ARE NOT AT HOME TO MR FUCKUP!" "Damn right we're no'." She smiled, nodded. "Now get out there and catch me those bloody killers.””
