Chapter 8A Land Rover was parked outside. Her heart leaped. Colonel Robertson strode towards it. For a second she had thought it was Spencer’s. Her spirits sank. Then the driver’s door opened and he stepped out beaming a huge smile over the head of the advancing colonel. Then he brought himself to attention and saluted. Both men stood facing each other, stamped feet, and snapped their hands back to their sides. She kept a little distance, both amused and impressed by their military discipline. Her own police career had nearly ended in an insolent comedy on the drill square at the Hendon police college.
“Still good for Sunday?” said Spencer.
“Absolutely! Absolutely!” replied the colonel in a stentorian tone.
“Top man,” he said, waving for Shannon to join them. “The colonel will be our ot
