"They prefer travellers, guv. You can't say that word or HR will be down your back. Roma, travellers, all acceptable but don't say that word or I'll report you myself." He knew that it didn't help that the O'Shea family used it and all but they could, Gene could not. He was certainly not allowing it.
"We can't just go in and interview them because it 'seems' like the travellers would do it. The biggest rings in Britain don't usually come from travellers, they come from either home grown or --" Well, did he want to say Pakistani and risk more slurs? No. "Far flung foreign elements." Safer.
"Still worth looking into, especially if you are pussyfooting around the ex. I know they got at least three sons in the business now, don't they, Jonathan and his two brothers." He knew one of them supposedly wanted out or whatever, but that stuff never stuck. Especially not since he figured Jonathan would want to keep the business in the family.
"Anyway, you tell me what's best to do first. Annie's going in. Do you want to talk to the ex about it? Or shake down the... travellers?"
"I want to do the one that is based on fact and not prejudice. There's evidence of trafficking in the club so we go to the club. We don't just randomly go after the Irish travellers because they seem dodgy." As much as he hated to contact Barty, that was the lesser of two evils. He wondered how best to do it but unfortunately, in person was probably more professional.
"I guess we can go to the club after lunch. They'll be there, that's where they do their business." And it was not an office, like he had told Sam. Lying bastard.
"Good, good. You want to have a few beers for lunch, pick up the old courage?" He was just wondering. "If not, I've got the flask here any time you need it." Sometimes it was a life saver.
"I'll come with you, we can keep it strictly professional. Place is boring anyway, your lover boy has his paperwork in order. Ridiculous. Remember that raid?" It had turned up nothing, presumably because they had gotten a heads up in time, but it had also just been entirely too organised. All on top of their taxes too. Eerie, honestly. "No wonder you were into him."
"I remember the raid, yes." How could he forget raiding his own boyfriend. There was so much pointless anger and hate but all he could do now is push it away and focus on his job. He was good at that, putting feelings into compartments. Besides, he was moving forward. He had a pint with Maya on Wednesday and he was feeling pretty good - apart from the lack of sleep and the interrupt yesterday.
Every time they spoke, it got worse. "I'll be fine. No booze needed. Trust me. I have no issue being professional."
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"We can't just go in and interview them because it 'seems' like the travellers would do it. The biggest rings in Britain don't usually come from travellers, they come from either home grown or --" Well, did he want to say Pakistani and risk more slurs? No. "Far flung foreign elements." Safer.
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"Anyway, you tell me what's best to do first. Annie's going in. Do you want to talk to the ex about it? Or shake down the... travellers?"
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"I guess we can go to the club after lunch. They'll be there, that's where they do their business." And it was not an office, like he had told Sam. Lying bastard.
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"I'll come with you, we can keep it strictly professional. Place is boring anyway, your lover boy has his paperwork in order. Ridiculous. Remember that raid?" It had turned up nothing, presumably because they had gotten a heads up in time, but it had also just been entirely too organised. All on top of their taxes too. Eerie, honestly. "No wonder you were into him."
Same of the perfectly arranged pens on his desk.
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Every time they spoke, it got worse. "I'll be fine. No booze needed. Trust me. I have no issue being professional."