“Okay,” Gable replied, as Nick Dodds rose from his desk and came across to join her. “Paul, do you have an address for Barton?”
Ferris handed her the address on another sheet of paper. She took it and held it so Dodds could read it.
“Blackpool?” he said. “Haven't had a day at the seaside for ages.”
“Well, happy days, Nick. Come on, let's go,” and he and Sam Gable soon went the same way as Church and Curtis, through the exit and down to the carpool where they were issued with a new unmarked Peugeot.
“Take care of it,” shouted the pool supervisor, Sergeant Dave Holly, as they drove out of the underground garage. “It's brand new!”
“Did the sarge say something as we drove off?” Dodds asked Sam, with a wry smile on his face.
“Never heard a word,” she replied, meeting his smile with a cons
