TWENTY-EIGHT
Jo reflected during the return journey, her head a jumble of different thoughts, her body experiencing a multiplicity of emotions and sensations. Paolo on the other hand, talked incessantly about how he was a lapsed Catholic and intended to go back with Ting-Tong. ‘Well that seems to have worked out okay then,’ she said irritably.
‘What did that bloke Del want?’
‘Oh, you know, he’s an old mate of Jack’s, and asked if we can look out for him.’
‘That’s what Father Mike said.’
‘Yeah, a regular support group for the old fart,’ she felt she ought to try to look and sound normal.
Back at the station, Frankie sat beside Jo, ‘Met Del?’
‘Yes, I’m briefed,’ unsure how to react.
‘Good, you’re right for the job, and Connie doesn’t know by the way, may have to tell her sometime, we
