When we stopped for petrol and Brace went to pay, Plant turned around and glared at me and said, ‘You shouldn’t have done that.’
‘What?’
‘Shot your mouth off.’
‘I didn’t shoot my mouth off.’
‘Then what would you call broadcasting your tip-off to the whole nick, then?’
‘Not the whole nick. Just the squad.’
‘You really don’t get it, do you.’
‘Get what.’
He inhaled sharply.
‘You’ll come down to earth with a thump, believe me.’
I said nothing. Plant continued to sulk, and Brace wasn’t in a talkative mood. We drove the rest of the way in silence, arriving in Leysdown-on-Sea a little after seven, and pulling up by the caravan park entrance. The site manager came out of a small and scruffy-looking office and introduced himself as Brian. He handed Brace the keys, marked the location of o
