“Oh,” he said, “Do you have a little brother?”
“Oh yes sir, but he’s shy,” Sharon said, “But I have a video of him for twenty pounds sir.”
“Doing what?” the Pedo asked. Sex videos “For christ’s sake!” I protested, “That’s not in the fucking script!”
“No only one, not buy four get two free,” Jenkins said, “No you have to order twice,” he added, “Right give us the credit card details and I’ll send him round on his bike.”
“Fucking hell,” I said, “The pillock’s giving his name and address. I had a couple of tins of four X and went looking for a prossie only to find they all fucked off home, I was between birds shall we say, and so I sneaked in the back alley and into our house through the back. “You total moron!” Inspector Head screeched, “For gods sake man this is a pedo line sting!”
“Sorry sir,” said Jenkins in his Welsh lisp, “I forgot, automatic it is see.”
He had barely apologised when the phone rang again, “Hello, Jenkins year,” he said, that’s Welsh for ‘Jenkins here.’
“Is that Pedo Supplies of Weatherfield,” the chap said, “The cycling specialist?”
“Indeed it is sir, bikes, tarts, prostitutes you name it we got it,” Jenkins said earnestly, “We got dog sex, kiddie porn and my favourite sheep, there’s nothing quite like a nice warm wooly.”
“Burrrrrrp,” went
