But the kids yammering wasn't all it seemed. While Joe's attention was focused on the chattering punk a shadow had emerged from a corner of the alley and was slipping slowly towards him, unseen.

"Hey Officer, these cuffs are really tight now, I guess you can do anything you want with me now, can't you? Are you sure you don't want my boots? Or, err, anything else?" The kid wiggled his rump against Joe's crotch playfully. "You could always say I was resisting arrest"

"Shut the fuck up" muttered Joe, trying to keep his cool as he checked the cuffs were secure. Time to frisk the punk, which the kid was clearly looking forward to.