No, it couldn't be. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Of all the people to be seen in a club, Morse thought, Jakes would be one of the last. Or first, he wasn't quite sure. The enthusiasm was there, definitely, but the dancing... well. When he had been a young man, Morse had seen a chicken chasing after a prospective mate, its flailing limbs and screeching hoots making the poor thing extremely uncomfortable. Jakes, by any means, was doing worse. Joan was being polite, he could see that, but anyone could tell that the dancing was putting her off. Who wouldn't be?
Morse stared after him for another few minutes, shook his head, and wondered if all police officers looked that good in a turtleneck.