‘You got no phones up North then?’ Monroe barked.
He would have to put an end to this quickly before it became farcical. The last thing he needed was to make enemies of the two Met policemen.
‘Look, there is a lot more to this than appears…’ Before he could continue Monroe interrupted.
‘You can bloody well say that again, right, Patterson?’
‘Yes, sir,’ Patterson duly responded.
‘If I could phone a friend…’
Monroe was in stitches now, but it gave Patterson the chance to get in. His quick-fire response was, ‘Thinks he’s on the telly now, sir. Who wants to be a Millionaire? That’s brilliant, that is.