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Aubrey took a leisurely look at Keith’s old Mercedes which he’d put in the police station’s parking garage so no one would see who was getting in. “Are we going with that?” she asked with a disapproving look.
“Hey, don’t speak ugly about my great pride!” Keith Balon said. “And you,” he said to Jamie Barnes and Ronny Sarasani, “you sit in the back and don’t touch anything. Clear?”
Ronny fiddled uncomfortably with his clothes.
“And keep your sweaty fingers off the microphone Sarasani,” Keith added. “Otherwise, that thing will be broken even before Murat canoude put his claws around that wretched neck of yours.”
“Keith!” Aubrey said cautiously.
“Why are we going with this old bronco?” Jamie asked.
“Because we don’t want anyone to notice that you are being dropped at the restaurant b
