FORTY
‘They’re keeping him in overnight, Jane.’
‘Who?’
‘The Arab.’
Jack stood by his deckchair and didn’t answer, Mandy took him by his arm. ‘Thanks Half-Bee,’ she replied, and dragged Jack into her office. ‘I’m sure it’s not Mike, so stop worrying.’
He looked deep into her soul, ‘How can you be sure?’
‘Feminine intuition, not cast iron, but you knock it at your peril. Now, let Jo organise things, chip in when you think you should. It may be time to step back. I think that is what Samuels was saying.’
He was still distant, ‘You think?’
‘I do, and I also think they are one hundred percent behind you, as am I.’
‘I’m tired, but Samuels wants us to take this onto the next level, did you not see that?’
She looked into his eye, ‘I know…’ she sighed ‘…so we will talk about it when we ar
