‘The client took the girl off me hands. He woz wearing a hoodie and kept his face outta view. I don’t know defo who he is.’
‘But you’ve got an idea.’
‘I fink. Not to speak to. I’ve seen him around though. He’s ard to miss.’
‘You mean, he’s a big man?’
‘Not big in that way. He’s well known. A bit of a crusader. Ya seen him round too, no doubt. The local council leader.’
Sant let go of his quarry, arranged the vegetable crates scattered beneath him, sat down as best he could. ‘I thought you couldn’t see his face.’
‘No, but I seen his general demeana. Oh, and I seen his credit card too.’
‘He paid you by card?’
‘No, cash. Not a lot in case ya wondering. Anyway, last time I saw him, he took cash out of his pocket and accidently dropped his card. I’m quick, ya see. I bent down to pick it
