“I can tell. I like your costume,” said Gorilla, indicating Trench"s ensemble. “What you trying to do, get down with the hippy kids and the youths?”
Trench ignored him; the only sign of his annoyance was a slight flaring of the nostrils.
“You still in?” tested Gorilla. “You on a job out here?”
Trench smiled, and it was a cold hearted, stone killer"s smile. “What, you mean you don"t know Jack? Is that why you"re here? You come to take me back to Blighty in shackles?”
Gorilla deliberately masked his face in confusion, and for the first time that evening, regarded Trench in full. “Sorry Frank, I haven"t a bloody clue what you"re talking about. I got out a little after Marseilles, after that blow up in Rome. I only went back to quit. SIS did me no favours, I"m afraid.”
“Ah… I heard they t
