Three weeks after the most significant security c**k-up of the 21st Century, things at the Yard were beginning to feel much more like they should do. The rotating cheese continued to spin slowly, following it seemed, the motion of the wheels of mighty justice. News of Sgt Lace’s resurrection had become old news, and the rank and file still avoided the 7th Floor. The owner of Wilkes Brothers’ Removals Agent had threatened to sue the Yard. Still, the discovery of specific lurid photographs showing the participation of the owner in some energetic games with several muscular young men at the Zeus Roman Baths in Battersea prompted an out-of-court settlement. Local tabloids and national radio stations argued over who should be paying whom.
Judas had been waiting for the call ever since the eve
