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Martin Cummings sat down in Hawes’s office with an air of humility that he’d never shown before. Hawes watched him, waiting for him to speak. He wasn’t going to give the man the benefit of doing half the work for him.
‘It’s done. It’s on,’ Cummings said, eventually.
‘What happened?’ Hawes asked.
‘I gave him a piece of paper with a note written on it. In with a bundle of notes. It said the police want to raid the premises and help the lads working there, and if he wanted help he should indicate it by pocketing the cash.’
Hawes leant forward. ‘Let me get this straight. You’re aware of an active police investigation into this place, yet you walked in there and gave cash to a male prostitute?’
‘I had to. I couldn’t just go in there with a bit of paper. It’d look odd. I had to do the s
