‘He is a trainee police community support officer.’ Marcus wondered how Whelan could have come up with such a preposterous idea in such a short time. ‘Is he now,’ Grebo responded acidly. ‘So what are we going to do with you all?’ ‘You’re going to do nothing,’ Whelan told him. ‘We are going to walk out of here now.’ He reached forward to pick up his warrant card. One of the MPs put an arm out to stop him. He had a gun in his other hand. Whelan stared at him with an iron hard look. ‘You be careful, sonny,’ he warned him and picked up his warrant card. Grebo flicked a cautionary look at the American. Marcus could see the dilemma: Grebo could not afford a shootout, nor could he afford to let any of them go. There was also something else behind that look: like a rabbit trapped in the headlights. *** Boon and Manning came up beside the Vectra. They peered through the windows of their car but could see no-one inside. Manning climbed out of the BMW and checked the police car.
