Jack walked from the Cathedral energetically, not his usual saunter. There was a tinkling sound in his pocket, like broken glass; his new phone. With finger and thumb, he picked it out and panicked at the technology, pressed the almost cunningly concealed button; the screen came to life with a picture of Martin. How did that happen, but the picture disappeared, pressed again and Martin reappeared, his head pointing to the slide to unlock, he remembered the pass code, 1,2,3,4, reassured Oldtimers was still a way off. It was a text message; Back to nick now, Mandy. A tad fed up she didn’t say please, Jack flagged down a passing cab and was soon dropped at the front of the police station.
Back to nick now, Mandy.‘You could"ve walked that mate,’ Jack looked at the cabbie and thought no bloody
