5: He’s Not James Bond
IGGY AZALEA WAS RAPPING. She was singing about “looking for a saviour.” It was his cell phone’s ringtone.
White answered it.
It was Bob Baker, his immediate Boss at Trident, asking where he was in a voice that was full of concern.
White’s chest tightened.
In another hour, no doubt, Baker’s voice of concern would be one of upset and his words would be dripping with curses and threats.
White lied. He said he was driving around looking for the jacked ambulance, the first excuse that came to mind.
‘Get your ass in here. The ambulance has been found. A DCI wants to speak to you. You’re a person of interest, so I need you to get here ASAP.’
‘Yeah, boss. I need to do one more thing. I’ll be in soon.’
‘No, you don’t. The ambulance has been found.’
‘I heard you, bo
