Mick says, as he subtly scans the pub. He picks up another potato wedge and dips it in chilli sauce before shoving it in his mouth.“I just feel like I’m sitting here wasting time, you know?” I need to rein in my impatience, because it’s not gonna help this job move along any quicker. All day spent at the docks and cruising out on the boat felt like a massive waste of time. Nothing happened. The joys of surveillance.“Just relax. You’ve been in this game long enough to know that everything takes time. We need to invest the hours, but I’ve gotta say, this is a hell of a lot better than camping out on the docks, listening to seagulls squawk and cleaning bait off the boat.”“Yeah. I guess a session at the pub isn’t bad for an afternoon’s work.”“Now you’re acting more like a decky.” He chuckles and moves in closer, giving me a waft of his soapy aftershave.“Well, at least you smell better,” I add.“Stink just comes with the job.”“Yeah,” I say through a chuckle.
