‘What time is it?’
‘Just after seven thirty.’
‘When did Len want to meet?’
‘Nine, at the coffee house,’ Mandy answered, shaking her sleepy head to look at Jack, ‘how do you feel?’
‘Okay.’
She put both hands on his face, ‘Whatever happens today, we...’ and she emphasised, ‘...we, will be okay, you do know that don’t you?’
‘Yes, the one thing I do feel good about today.’
‘Okay, let’s get the bastards then?’ Mandy said.
‘Up-an-at-em atom ant.’
‘What?’
* * *
Len got Jack a double espresso, an Americano for Mandy, calling back casual greetings. Jack drank the espresso in seconds, not good, and only warm. Mandy tapped him on the arm, ‘Jack, Len"s talking to you.’
‘Sorry, miles away.’
‘I said, I have submitted your defence, didn’t bother you with it, guessing you had enough on your p
