In a dystopian parallel world, Oxfordshire Police have a hopeless drunk and an over worked Geordie novice, working on crime solving mysteries, along with a cast of shady characters in the force, and very dodgy residents, their families, pets, and gardens. Anarchy alcoholic fug and rude words abound -What were you doing the night he died?- Fetch suddenly lost his composure, and looked shiftily round at both officers. -I'd, err, rather not say, Sir- He fiddled nervously with a fiddle he'd picked off the floor. As the lilting strains of The Magic Flute filled the room, Harris saw his chance. -Mr...