Jack reassured Sid at his counter, and Mandy felt unusually sorry for this man she had in the past vilified.
There was a uniform at the door, ‘Jack, we’re not your personal taxi service.’
‘No, you’re mine!’
‘Superintendent, yes, ready when you are,’ a stiff reply.
‘Sid, Jack and I need to go, the cabbie’s getting snotty.’
‘I’m okay, Ma’am, thank you.’
‘Shut up, go and see your girl and give me cod and chips twice,’ Jack said, injecting some solemnity.
‘Heard you the first time,’ said by rote, but it brought a smile to Sid’s face.
* * *
‘Where to Ma’am?’
‘My flat it’s...’
‘We know, Ma’am,’ Bobby, the uniform turned. ‘Blues and twos, Jack?’
‘Brilliant, go for it, Bobby.’
He started for the switch, but Mandy stopped him, ‘We do not need sirens or flashing lights to take me home,
