It was going to be a long day. Jack Rose sighed as he shrugged his coat on, popped a painkiller, and headed out into the world. Another day, another death in the afternoon. Or not, as the case may be. This one had been called in by the Pink Lady, as she was known in his PD, so it was debatable whether or not there had actually even been a crime, and very likely that if there had it was a minor offence and nothing like what had been described. The daft old bat kept on calling in with 'visions' of 'murders' that turned out to be nothing more than her own dark imaginings ninety times out of a hundred and neighbourhood kids messing around trying to scare her another nine. But orders were orders, and his chief still had a chip on his shoulder over that one harrowing case she'd gotten right and he'd failed to listen to her about.
A real stinger of a snowball bounced off the back of Jack's head as he reached his car and he turned, growling, just in time to see the backs of two of his own neig