Signal“Jarrod, thanks for calling straight away,” said D.I. Allison.
“Detective Inspector,” said Jarrod, using his title instead of his first name for a change. “If you ask me to call, I call. What can I do for you?”
“Just a heads up,” said D.I. Allison, repeating the turn of phrase that Des had just coined. “Your friend Yannick Lefevre has been released from custody. You’ll see it on the news later tonight. He’s in London. Just thought I’d let you know.”
Jarrod could feel his skin tighten and goose bumps appeared on his arms. By ‘friend’, D.I. Allison was referring to an integral member of an illegal international betting syndicate that so nearly got away with a most daring match fix that would have changed the face of English football altogether. Jarrod had often thought back to how N
