SEVENTEEN
‘Milk’O? Has Del got back, what gives Bat-Bat?’ Mandy whispered.
‘No, it’s Milk’O, ringing back,’ and Jack followed Jo-Jums to her desk. Mandy stood at the doorway, he turned back to her, ‘Close your mouth we are not a cod fish.’ The levity of Mandy’s mood evaporated when she heard the sound of tin legs on the move. She did not want another dose of the General but could not avoid it as he entered the corridor and signalled to go into her office.
The General rooted himself in front of her desk. Mandy walked around him and sat down, ‘If you could make it quick please, we have just found another body,’ Mandy said in a voice, which was an indication of how tired she was, but was interpreted by the General as she was only tolerating his presence.
‘Another one, where, what happened
