THIRTY-SEVEN
‘We have it Jane, Mandy.’
‘We do Nobby? What?’
‘Frankie's into my mate’s identity, has his history and playing style, and can stand in his shoes.’
‘What is he, Knights Templar or Saracen, and what size feet?’
‘Knight,’ Nobby replied, like a kid in a sweet shop, completely missing Jack’s joke; Mandy gave him a consoling pat on the back.
They were in Silicone Alley’s viewing gallery, not that Jack was particularly interested. ‘You know it’ll be tough for a bit, but you two will be alright,’ Jack said to Alice. ‘Mandy and I will look after the baby if you need a break or something.’
‘Jack, I think we will have to stand in line behind a shoal of Herrings, as well as Dorothy. Oh God, how was Dorothy?’ Mandy covering her mouth in horror at the thought.
‘We had the showdown a
