TWENTY
‘Hello Mike.’
‘Della,’ the Priest replied, and sidled up and pecked the DI from the Met on the cheek. She made her cheek available, a sort of a peace offering, ‘Good to see you again.’
‘Is it Mike? I’m not sure about that, and I’m certain I’ve been manipulated by that tart Jack Austin.’ Della stretched up to the tall priest and held Mike’s shoulders so he could not retreat from her rebuke, held his eyes while her own sought an answer.
‘Yes, you make a fair point, he is a tart. Where’s Jonas?’ the slippery Priest survived and slipped from her grasp and gaze, and pirouetted, to survey the bar.
‘Well it doesn’t take long for word to get around in the b****y spook world.’
Mike relaxed and returned his gaze to Della, ‘Another good point, and don’t ask me why I say this, but Jack th
