Chapter 6“Wow!” she said, surveying the new Mitsubishi Shogun SUV in the police house car park.
“It’s very special,” said the garage sergeant. “The police service has decreed that you merit such a vehicle. It is a very valuable piece of kit.”
“I’ll try not to scratch it,” she said in a girlie voice.
“Normally an ordinary driver, someone not trained to an advanced level would not be issued with such a machine. I take it you are not advanced.”
“Some people say I’m a bit forward and cheeky, but I’m not advanced, Sarge. I’m just a regular girl underneath.”
He looked at her from under his slashed peaked hat. Mirrored sunglasses hid his eyes. She stared back with an expression of insolence. She hated driving specialist snobs. She’d been shuffling cars around the garages under the arches in
