THIRTY-ONE
It was after lunch, Jo was missing Mandy and Jack with no Paolo to bounce ideas off. She hardly knew Paolo, and had met Ting Tong only once; “Not the point”, she heard Jack say in her head. She scanned the CP room, allowed her eyes to stray onto the empty deckchair; interesting it remained there, open, and people manoeuvred around it, she thought. Should she call them back for Monday? Would that be unfair? What should she do next? Alice is two, nearly three months pregnant; can she expect her to go out into the field?
She answered her phone, it was Cyrano, and he wanted to arrange a meeting. They were ready to call in the bike drugs bust; drugs being smuggled in the frames of old bikes on the back of domestic vehicles travelling on the cross-channel ferries. She told him Del-B
