(Bryant and May on surveillance duty)
‘My foot’s gone to sleep,’ complained Bryant, stamping experimentally on the pavement. For the past hour they had been standing in the mist-shrouded garden beside their suspect’s house. ‘Nearly eleven p.m. I wish he’d hurry up. I have to say you’re not much company.’
‘I needn’t have come at all,’ May [...]
Published on December 19, 2013 23:40