‘You almost missed me,’ the inspector called out.
The councillor slackened his muscles and breathed heavily. ‘Let me explain over noodles. I’ll get us some great Malaysian street food.’
They took the side entrance into Kirkgate Market and Dobson ordered two portions of mee goreng. Sant’s mouth watered as he took in the aroma of garlic and chillies, and he was soon rid of the stout’s metallic tang. A native packaged the noodles in polystyrene boxes and Dobson presented him with a crisp twenty-pound note. They found a couple of spare stools beside the shop and ate their lunch heartily before striking up any meaningful conversation. Dobson turned out to be a wizard with chopsticks. A blessed fork stolen from the stall next door came to Sant’s rescue.
mee goreng‘So why the late show?’ Sant
