Chapter Fifty-One
The Punter
“Wearing a white coat does not mean you know everything.”—H2
Mex followed Bunnie down Princes Street feeling lost and useless, like a geriatric footman waiting for his final-destination limo. Even Pete didn’t seem to need her anymore. Her mission was not hers anymore; Bunnie, a woman plump enough to fill a double bed, had seen to that. She had taken over, talking to Mex like she knew nothing . . .
Bunnie was jealous of Mex’s porn star–like figure; even the clothes that Beryl gave her didn’t hide it. What made it worse was that Mex had no idea that her body could cause a stir.
Mex felt anything but strong and without her man spy outfit almost invisible; in fact, she was starting to feel a panic coming on. The cobbled lane was heaving with people: men dresse
