A second night spent on a hard office floor offered no sweet dream, though this time Sant slept soundly owing to the copious volumes of oxygen he’d inhaled the night before. Lovell Park has its perks, he mused. Sprouting out of the Victorian age of civic pride, it was coined the ‘Lungs of Leeds’ because of the sanctuary it provided from industrial miasma – and the park functioned the same way in modern times despite the toxic waste and hypodermic needles.
Sant and Appleyard started the day as they’d ended yesterday, waiting for the Chiefman in the boardroom. Sant preferred the idea of a morning raid on Sergeant Tufail’s home. Maria’s claim that Tufail was dealing with pimps was a serious matter, but Sant was reluctant to call him out until he was certain of the facts. The best course of a
