I did not recognise you in clothes, I mean in uniform.” The sergeant grinned at Neven and asked Catherine to accompany her inside for a cup of coffe... and to make a formal statement. “Constable, bring in the suspect for questioning please.” Without speaking and working as a well-drilled unit, Neven and Drago lifted up Tremain and dropped him face down on to the grass. “Tsk, tsk, boys,” the sergeant smiled. “We have no wish to charge you with the unnecessary assault of your prisoner.” “He just. He was a fit young man and played basketball when he had the time. He followed Jean out to the kitchen and sat on a stool watching her. "How about I make you some breakfast Terry, seeing as you haven't had any. It won't take me long to whip up some sausages and eggs or something like that." "You don't have to do that Jean, I can have an early lunch." "Don't be silly, you didn't charge me for the repairs yesterday so I feel I owe you something." Jean went ahead and made up a batch of pancakes,. Mara’s supreme confidence helped her calm down. She hoped she wasn’t about to disappear like the rumors of other girls. Without protection, they could disappear off to become these men’s slaves or worse.The group walked up from the low district’s empty shopping area past low-end tailor shops and cobblers. They rounded up corners into a deserted avenue of restaurants, inns, and bars.They came to the Harpy’s Nest and walked through the door. The place seemed quiet, at a table near the back a. The Coronavirus had mutated and now there were thousands of confirmed new cases every day. London was being hit particularly badly. Instead of five days of freedom now they were going to get none. Christmas was cancelled. There was to be no visiting, no mingling, and no unnecessary travel. People were given six hours' notice to leave London. This announcement was like a collective gut punch. The younger staff, in particular, took it very hard. Quickly they were not going to be allowed to go.