I got slung in the back of the Riley/Ward mobile and off we went to Streatham police station with Bobby D in the Beemer close behind. ‘Not a word,’ was all he said as we left.
I obeyed.
We ended up in an interview room. It looked recently decorated and was certainly more comfortable than some I’d been in. Both in and out of the Job.
The usual rigmarole of our identities for the tape, then Bobby D said. ‘Can we go now?’
Riley gave him a look. ‘Is it true you work out of the back of a car?’
‘Sometimes.’
‘Fascinating. Now Mr Sharman how about bringing us up to speed.’
I told them as much as I wanted them to know. I kept an eye on Bobby in case I was saying too much. I left out the bit about Colin the gangster and what I knew about what Charlie had been doing to earn a crust.
‘And you
