CHAPTER 44
The car park security guard tucked the Playboy magazine under the blotter on his desk as he saw Kay Carpenter and two uniformed officers approach his booth. He got up from the old cracked leather swivel chair hoping that his erection would be hidden by the long jacket of his uniform. He opened the door.
“Good evening,” he said.
Kay scrutinised him. She was sure she could detect a slight bulge in his trousers, but it wouldn’t have been the first time that she’s had such an effect on a man.
She flashed her warrant card.
“DC Carpenter,” she said. “We believe one of the bank’s executive’s Mr Tom Cody borrowed a car from the company pool,” she said.
The guard put his hand on his hips.
“What is it with you lot?” he said. “I already told you people about that.”
Kay threw a glan
