THIRTY-NINE
‘Can you remember the way back to Dave ’s gaff ?’ Wilf asked.
‘It was up and off the Edgware Road wasn’t it?’ Jack said, ‘And ‘urry up, I need his bog.’
‘We didn’t go anywhere near the Edgware Road,’ Mike replied, leaning over the driver’s seat.
‘You sure? Ring in, Mike, and find out.’ Jack said, chortling.
‘Hand still not mended yet?’
‘Mike, Wilf said you’re Comms, isn’t he Wilf?’
Wilf nodded, fed-up, and Len wondered if he would ever get caught if this was the way the authorities behaved, and realised, ironically, he was caught right now. ‘Are you arresting me Jack?’
‘D’you want to do that now, or a bit later? Because, to be honest wiv yer, I could do without the ‘assle and I need a bog, but Wilf’s driving so b****y slow,’ Wilf sighed.
‘A bit later if you don’t mind,
