The ball was in the police’s hands. They run a lockout. Dale pleaded ignorance to the event happening.
‘Knew nothing about it,’ he said.
The police had a record of their phone call to him and his responses. He still maintained he knew nothing about it.
All this was unsettling and it was very unsettling for the young locksmith who had never attended a lockout before. We got him to change the locks, which he was reluctant to do seeing Dale was still there with all his stuff, and let him go off to his next appointment.
‘Come on,’ said the police woman. ‘We haven’t got all day. Grab some things and let’s see the back of you. You can get dressed outside.’
He stared at her then he slowly put on some clothes. We waited patiently.
‘You’ll need shoes,’ I said a bit like a mum. I was like the
