“Well done, son, but you’ve missed a bit back there,” he said to his boy.
Justin scampered back and perfected his work.
Should she raise any of their mutual issues? Should she raise the plight of the unfortunate wretches who worked at Meadowchef foods? This was a matter of humanity as much as it was police business. The questions kept churning in her mind.
“Right then, Paula. Job looks good to me. I believe you have to drive the bus over to Tooting? I’ll follow you in the Bentley and drop you back home. Or, if you’re not busy it’s a lovely day and I fancy a stroll along the beach at Brighton. We could all nip down there for the afternoon.”
Was this an invitation to a date or what? Obviously he would include his son.
“I’m on duty at two.”
“I bet you could get off if you wanted to.”
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