She couldn’t get Frank out of her mind no matter how hard she tried. Was he some sort of Labor Department spy? No, he had told her a little too much.... She anxiously awaited the award ceremony in the break room on Friday. After the award and distribution of punch and cake, she cornered him in a table by the wall. He was the guest of honor and she was the big cheese so no one would interrupt them. ‘Hi, Frank—or should I call you sir?’ She said, with a warm smile. ‘You’re a very good detective,. "This is me," I added and used my free hand to emphasise it. "I don'tneed your approval." Fuck's sake," said Doc again. He was the Sergeant, the one who ran theshift - tall, long boned, pot bellied and with a proud, silver-greybouffant of a hair style. "Jules, shut the fuck up for a minute." Hefaced me and stood up, spread his hands. "Heard you were coming back,Annette. We've just finished work, going for a pint. Wanted to know ifyou fancied one."Which stunned me into silence, whipped away the. Lena yelped and began crouching down even further in her seat, hoping to disappear. The thug quickly reached in his pants and came up with the big pistol pointing it at Kassi through the closing window. Kassi froze and the thug tapped on the window with the barrel of the pistol. "Don't make me fucking pull you out cunt!" He didn't yell, but she heard command in the voice. Kassi immediately popped the locks on the door and the second thug pulled it open. "Which one of you cunts is going to suck. "I just want to make sure that you two love birds don't get carried away again. You realise that you kept the people in the next suite awake all night, don't you?" Stella, you're in the next suite," I replied."Yeah, but Norman doesn't have your stamina, Duncan. He poor bugger needs to get some rest now and again." She laughed back at me."You've caught the bugger then?" Of course, we're in love!" Stella gave a false cough, and I felt sorry for poor old Norman. Well, for the future of his bank.