Chapter 7
Sam jolted away as Bobby slapped his arse. After the incredible s*x, they’d fallen asleep glued together with satisfaction as much as semen. Proved to be what they needed. Despite the rude awakening, Sam was instantly alert. He at once rolled off the bed, grabbing his clothes. “What is it? What do we have?”
“The van. Took Atkins a long time, but he traced it back via CCTV and van hire companies.”
“The van was a hire?”
“Yes, and Atkins followed through on the lead.”
The rumble in Bobby’s voice spoke for him. Why hadn’t Atkins called them at the first sign of a clue?
As if he’d spoken aloud, Bobby said, “It’s as well he didn’t bother us until he had more to go on. Nothing we might have traced our end but…many coppers have contacts. Picked up the bloke who got the van.”
“So,
