Ten, on the dot, Len parked his BMW behind Jack’s garage. Jack nodded a wary greeting.
‘Jane,’ Len responded enthusiastically.
‘Jane, I’m impressed.’ Jack said, steering the solicitor through the garage to the house, ‘I appreciate what you’re doing, but I have to pay you something.’
‘You can’t afford me,’ Len chirped, ‘your fee can be you call me Lionel, how’s that?’
‘Len...’ Jack’s only functioning eyebrow went up.
‘Just testing. I’ve done a lot of background on you, you’re a real person, I like you, but you are in deep doo-doo.’
‘Doo-doo?’ Jack repeated, laughing, ‘what school did you go to?’
‘Winchester.’
‘Thought so.’
‘Can you work with a Tory boy?’
Jack grinned, he was relaxing, ‘Half the police force is Tory or Masons, and I work with them. As Jesus said, “I come amongst yo
