Then, last night, I drop the file back to Tim Cotton and I’m buying him a meatball pizza down at Lucky’s in the Valley to thank him for his help and he pauses for a moment between trying to get in my pants and you know what he says?’ ‘What?’ She shakes her head. ‘He says, “You might want to let this one go to the keeper, Caitlyn.”’ She slaps the steering wheel hard. ‘I mean, he actually fucking voices that shit, a fucking police officer, Eli? An eight-year-old kid’s gone missing and he tells me to leave it alone! And uses a sports analogy. This is exactly why I fucking hate cricket!’
