Night Watch

Terry Pratchett

For a policeman, there can be few things worse than a serial killer loose in your city. Except, perhaps, a serial killer who targets coppers, and a city on the brink of bloody revolution. Truth! Justice! Freedom! Reasonably-priced love! And a hard-boiled egg!

‘I get it,’ said the prisoner. ‘Good Cop, Bad Cop, eh?’
‘If you like,’ said Vimes. ‘But we’re a bit short staffed here, so if I give you a cigarette would you mind kicking yourself in the teeth?’

His movements could be called cat-like, except that he did not stop to spray urine up against things.

‘Raising the flag and singing the anthem are, while somewhat suspicious, not in themselves acts of treason.’

‘What did I tell you about Mister Safety Catch?’ said Vimes, weakly.
‘When Mister Safety Catch Is Not On, Mister Crossbow Is Not Your Friend,’ recited Detritus, saluting.