Two Jokers in a Pack
an excerpt

He, no, it, it was found hunch over his still smouldering victim, cowering and uttering obscenities. Even as the uniformed officers dragged him away, he continued to spew for the foulest utterances conceivable by man. The smell somewhat like roasting pork wafted through the air. Kristy could no longer look at the scene. That familiar and yet strangely disturbing odour made her feel distinctly queasy. She was looked over at her partner for this case, Griff for some comfort. His face gave next to no indication of what he was thinking. It was the face of absolute professionalism.