13
‘What’s with you, Bong?’ Barmy asked as he sauntered past the detective sergeant’s desk.
‘Nothing, just thinking.’
‘Heard from Debs?’
Bong nodded. ‘Yeah, and she’s struggling to get anything out of Nakka. Suggested he might actually know nothing, and then thought he might know everything.’ Bong’s phone went. He put a finger up to Barmy. ‘Hello.’
‘Bong, it’s me.’
‘Lilac?’ She was touched he remembered her new name.
‘Yeah…’
‘You okay?’
‘Apart from being shot at, a brown bread apple sauce, and a rampant local filf on me Alice bands, yeah.’
Bong was quite unnerved. This was, of course, the first time he had been aware of Deb’s true cockney heritage. She had always spoken very well previously, and he presumed it was because of the shock. ‘Are you okay? Are you hurt? A dead horse?’
