“It all seems incredible,” she stammered.
“Just be careful Anna - you’ll be flying in under the radar and we may not be able to see you. Keep your head - this is not a Mills and Boon novel.”
“I’m just a girl selling boats,” she began.
“And I’m the sugar plum fairy,” laughed Christine, “I don’t care how we get these thugs locked up so I’m not going to ask you too many questions. Just for now I’m not gonna ask how some dead reporter has your number... I expect you to stand by your man - he’s not our target honey.”
Anna gulped. So, she knew about the poor little guy shot dead in Kilburn.
“Chris - look, that reporter...”
“Ciao Anna,” Christine interrupted, “I’m on top of all that - just pull this one off for us ok. I’ll look after all the local stuff.”
Anna took the tube from Oxford Cir
