THIRTY-NINE
The press had not caught up with the action at the cemetery, ‘They’re too busy getting their noses into the trough of c*****e at Fort Cumberland,’ Jo said, talking to Mandy on the phone.
‘Jo, set up a press briefing for 5.30. This will give us a couple of hours to get something sorted,’ and Mandy closed the call and munched her bellyache burger, bought for her by Jack from the burger-van beside the lifeboat station. She knew she would regret it, and that was after Jack had argued with the vendor his soaking wet fiver was legal tender, and all the vendor had to do was put it on the line to dry. “In the rain?” he’d replied, unreasonably in Jack’s view. Mandy thought he would be lucky to get a bank to take that note, but they got the burgers all the same and remarkably she en
