And Uncle Mike …
According to Mum’s last text he knows I’m in some kind of bother. Soon as he finds I’m still not home and reads what I’ve left for him, he’ll mobilise Team Operation Marlin.
Marjory. Starsky. Hutch. Top Cops.
And even if they don’t reach me in time, even if I end up like that poor retired security guard, I’ve left enough clues about Stefan, my sugarcoated evil bastard of a sweet-talking guy, for others to follow my trail.
My trail.
Yeah. Even if Uncle Mike doesn’t reach me in time.
And he will. He must. He’d never let me down …
Even if Dave Griffen never pulls through to describe who attacked him.
And he will too. He’s on the mend. He’s strong and super fit …
Even if those sirens that seem to be wailing louder by the second are going elsewhere –
But they’re not. They’re headed this way. They must be. They’re clearer. They’re blaring. They’re outside. Please God. Dear God. I’m sure they are – I might just have cracked Operation Marlin.
Who’d have thought it? Cloddy Quinn doing something useful for once.
Maybe Marjory was right.
I do have the makings of a good cop.
Note to self: I’ll look into that if I make it through the next five minutes…When Uncle Super Mike arrives. And I get out of here alive …
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