The newshounds were positively excited, this story had everything; murdered policeman, s*x slaves, paedophilia, skinheads and Nazis, and finally a shootout at the OK Corral. What would happen, Mandy thought, if they knew about the spooks and the drugs, which had to be omitted for follow up positions? Spotty opened the door and led the way, determined to at least give some semblance of control. His mum must be watching Mandy thought, tugging the Commander’s sleeve, so Spotty was on his own, suddenly feeling conscious of his exposure.
It felt tense when Mandy and the Commander walked out, like a conductor and soloist appearing in front of an orchestra; an air of expectation. Spotty wanted to sit in the middle, bloody kids Mandy thought, and thought of Jack and his front, centre seat, gather
