Smug bastard! Harkness may have just saved her life, but that didn’t mean she had to like him.
“What is that, and what did you do to it?” she demanded, her voice fainter than she would have liked.
One of the Torchwood team, a guy in a suit, calmly walked past her, put a hood over the creature’s head, injected it with something, and hoisted it over his shoulder. He’d clearly done this before.
“Weevil,” Harkness explained. “They’re not from around here. With all due respect to Cardiff’s finest, you’re not equipped to deal with them. Leave them to us.”
TBC in ‘A DI’s Tale — Part 6’