Retaliation came quickly. Within a few minutes, Sid set up a breathalyser stop outside the bookshop. He parked his patrol car out from the kerb, its lights flashing, then cordoned off several parking spaces with witches’ hats. But then he did nothing other than lean back on the bonnet of his car and stare into the shop.
The rush of customers slowed to a trickle. People complained of needing to park much further away and walk back. Rosie and Charlotte apologised to customers for the inconvenience more than sold books, or so it seemed.
“Shouldn’t have said anything.” Rosie glared at Sid and he waved.
“Ignore him. That’s all I do.”
“Meaning?” Rosie wheeled to the back of the shop with a lap full of books. “What’s he done now?”
“Oh, I just mean when I come across him like this. He wants y
