Dad was in the den, "watching" TV through his eyelids."Well?" she asked, arching both eyebrows."Well what?" So what happened when you two bunnies scur...ied off to the bushes?" Mindy said, stepping into the doorway and leaning against the frame.I didn't say anything. I was all mixed up inside -- proud of my exploits with Susan, embarrassed at Mindy wanting to know, and a little pissed off about seeing her humping Ronnie in the front seat."Come on," Mindy pleaded."What do you want to know," I. " Would you like it as a straight email of attached as a pdf?" Sharon asked."Are you the plod?" Len asks."Yes," Sharon agrees, "Now piss off and let the professionals deal with it." Professionals," Len chortled, "Fucking amateurs, we string the cunts up by their bollocks and all you cunts do is get the cunts cofuckingmmunity service," "Good day sir," Sharon says and slams the phone down."Should have got his email," Inspector Head suggested."I got it somewhere," I said, "Fat Len at," Don't. " Yes, Skip-per. I would like to ... uznayete, chto delatʹ – to learn." Good. Let's have breakfast, then."On deck after they'd eaten, Nadiya looked around curiously as Pippa spoke to Cherry. "Is the wind picking up, Skipper?"Although it was a bright day, the wind was whipping across the estuary producing a chop with more than a few white-tops."Very good, Pippa – I think you've got something important to a sailor. Yes. There's a depression moving in from the west. Wind's a good five," Beaufort. The tapping at his door paused that disassembly. He opened the door and was greeted by his minder. The man, nearly a head shorter than Collin and much stockier, appeared to have just emerged from a shower, although dressed again in an oxford blue button-up shirt and khaki slacks that actually complimented his girth. Collin knew little of him other than a name, Mr. Creekmier, but please just call me Hank. Hank, most likely from some shadowed intelligence agency recruited to follow Collin in his.