SEVEN
While Mandy was fixing up their little getaway, Alice was held up at the Naval Base security gates, outside of her car and frisking Jack, rummaging through the infinitely deep pockets in his vast Morecombe and Wise shorts, for his warrant card and security pass that Mandy and Sid had only just given him. Jack was oblivious to Alice’s rummaging, distracted, keeping a look out in case Mandy was watching. He knew she couldn’t possibly be there, but she had a knack of appearing at the most inconvenient of times.
‘She’s not looking, you turnip, come here,’ Alice spun him and he cooperated casually. She looked him in his eye, ‘Can’t you remember what you did with them?’ They were watched by amused security guards, only slightly ruffled as they had to open the second barrier to prevent a
