“Dad, I can’t. Things have been chaotic over the past few hours, they won’t let any of us leave.” She looked at her father’s puppy dog expression, tutted and said, “Okay Dad, we can go to the bar on the fifth floor, I am sure they won’t mind Chad Palmer’s assistant interviewing suspects.”
“Assistant me bollix, I am more of his salvation,” John said grinning.
“Please, only drink a few Dad. Remember what the doctor said about your liver and damage to your implant.” She knew her Dad was ignoring her complaining, so told him. “I will get you a taxi home… soon.”
“Yee’ll have to pick me up in the morning, Joe.”
“Okay John,” replied Joe, who left the Sakayoma building and went to meet Pinky and Church at the airport.
“Here lass, drink this,” said John, placing a mocktail in front of his daug
