No Way OutThe undercover police officer waited as Kit locked up the shop and poked the key into her pocket. The tube of lube bulged in her sleeve and pulled the fabric taut, but the cop didn’t notice. He seemed impatient to get her into the expensive silver car parked at right angles to the front door. Deactivating the central locking with a decisive jab of his key, he hauled open the passenger door and tapped an impatient beat on the handle.
Kit turned with a smile which drooped as her phone vibrated in her pocket again. She pulled it free and winced as Jerry’s phone number scrolled across the screen. She fumbled the button one-handed and watched as his call went to voicemail. Kit winced. “I should apologise,” she mused. “He wanted to fetch me from work.”
“Just get in the car!” The cop
