THOSE who dare to insult George Clooney’s latest squeeze, Sarah Larson, run the risk of being investigated by the Oscar-winning hunk.

Clooney tells next week’s New Yorker he had his police-officer driver launch a probe of a mysterious caller who phoned him at home, urging him to dump Larson - a message that didn’t sit well with the former Vegas cocktail waitress.

On the voice mail, which Clooney plays to the mag’s Ian Parker in front of Larson for the first time, ...