FORTY-FIVE
‘What were you thinking just now, and don’t lie to me, I know you,’ Mandy asked.
He thought for a bit as they walked across the station car park, she tugged his arm, halted his progress and sought an answer, ‘I was thinking, Joe has the look of the Martyr.’
‘Jesus, sometimes you cut right through. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but that’s what I felt too. You don’t think he has set all this up for his own benefit, do you?’
‘I do, and he could be our man on this one. Someone Len has wound up and let go. It makes sense; the bond between Joe and me.’
Mandy was absorbed in her own thoughts, ‘I do see, but who’s been handling the computer stuff, Len?’
‘Maybe, but we’ll never be able to prove it.’
‘Jack.’
‘Lover?’
‘I can’t stop thinking about s*x. I’m concerned my eye will b
