Hunt dearly wanted to wring this bastard's neck, throw him against the wall and throw him in jail and throw away the bloody key.
Then perhaps they could close this murder case and he could go home. Even he thought Weasley was being overly cautious, which made him refrain from rolling his eyes at Bones' questions. All this namby pamby pampering to the bloody victims. Where was the action he was promised when he came to England on this bloody assignment?
He pulled out his notepad and quill and started to scratch out whatever excuses Bletchley could come up with. Hunt suspected the man couldn't lie straight in bed if he tried, he was that deceptive.
He licked the quill to the tip of his tongue and waited.