‘I’ve been given all the duff jobs on this case, Derek.’ ‘I’ve been right there beside you, mate,’ said Beeny who, on joining 26 Section, had ruled that he would never answer to Beano or Heinz . . . or to any name other than his own. Amazingly, he had got away with it. ‘Yes . . . well,’ grunted Piercey. ‘Connie and Simpson have been working their arses off over those truckies and a Jerry bookseller when it’s obvious the dealer must be on the base. The Keane woman’s just one user. There’s a dozen more among the squaddies, you bet, so why all that time and effort checking out Starr’s UK family? Eh? Tell me why.’ Beeny, the more placid of the pair, began on his apple turnover. ‘They were just being thorough.’ ‘Huh! Busy earning Brownie points, you mean. “Good work”, smarms Blackie with a smile. Then Squat Johnson gets the Boss all excited over some I Corps sub who owns a horse and speaks with a plum in her mouth.’ ‘You’re wrong there, Phil,’ he returned through a mixture of apple and pastry.
