TWENTY-FOUR
The white skeletal head of Sid, beaming a red lipped smile, poked out from behind the car park door, ‘All clear.’ His smile grew when he spotted Jack, ‘Jane, there’s a message for you on the arse of the trousers,’ and Sid folded into an unrestrained laugh.
Jack couldn’t hear what Sid said through the cacophony of hoots and whistles, but clearly people thought it was funny. He went to follow Sid when his phone rang, making him jump, which amused Jo and Mandy. He answered, impressing Mandy with his dexterity, and taking a bow, he mouthed it was Joe and needed pencil and paper. ‘‘Ang on Joe, I need to get a pencil and paper. No we don’t always have a pad and pencil on us, that’s only on the telly. Here we go,’ Sid revealed his pad and a pencil and Jack dictated two addresses. Wh
