17: The Koala’s Secrets
MEANWHILE, BACK AT ruby’s flat, Jordan asked to take the backpack from White.
‘Hand it over.’
‘The hell I’ll do that.’
‘Mate ...’
Jordan would ordinarily have called him “pal” or “buddy” or “bro,” but since he had been in London for over two years now, he had acquired a bit of Britishness including a few words. When in Rome, do as Romans do. It was easier that way.
‘Mate, you don’t need to get involved. It’s not your job. It’s not your remit. Hand it over. I promise, we will find who did this.’
White hesitated because plainly he had trust issues.
His hesitation prompted Jordan to get aggressive. He yanked the small backpack from White who instinctively pulled it back. The two grown men playing tug tore the fragile thing apart at the seams.
‘What the f**k,’
