Sweeney, though, was utterly determined to begin his investigation and disregarded the manifestations of ill humour, which he felt were a throwback to insufferable British snobbishness:
“Hey, Mr Nelson! I’m Inspector Sweeney!”
A sudden silence followed this pronouncement. The official realised she had lost the crowd’s support and stood stock-still. All eyes turned towards the strange face that had spoken so incongruously. The rumble died off.
Buddy Nelson finally turned around. He stared briefly at the man who had just called out to him and then said to his player: “Finish your warm-up Mr Elster. I’ll see what this is about and I’ll be back in ten minutes.” And he then headed towards the stranger.
Sweeney watched the blond giant, bigger than a rugby forward, with blue eyes made all the
