Constable Cockburn was standing around, doing nothing, and that was what Constable Cockburn did second best.

First best? Beating the shit out of people – including women. She had wondered after the fact if her willingness to hit women might give her away. That was brothel shit, after all.

It didn’t take long to realize it wasn’t just brothel shit.

There were things Fanny hated. (Most, things, really.) More than law-abiding citizens? She hated pretty law-abiding women. Those were the bitches that always snagged the better customers. Imagine her disgust when such a pretty thing came up to touch her! Her eyes immediately soared down the much smaller woman’s dress.

… God damn it, she was wet immediately. The closest thing she’d had to sex in months was choking Roberts, and he didn’t even die.

Officer Cockburn turned his head fully away, as if he were too absorbed in the … bench, to even notice the woman touching his arm.