‘Where did I learn this? I’ll tell you, getting shot helps.’
He paused as if he was reliving the moment when the gun had been in his face and the guy had pulled the trigger, added:
‘I used to think, God help me, I used to think policing was about protecting them.’
He was gliding the car smoothly into a space, his eyes narrowed in concentration, and she prompted:
‘Yes?’
‘I now know it’s about protecting us, usually from them.’
They were out of the car and she felt an actual weakness at the knees as she took full stock of him, ventured:
You want to maybe get a drink or something later?’
A plane droned overhead and he looked up, then:
‘You mean like a date?’
So okay, she wanted him and hadn’t they just pulled it off as a team, so she smiled, softened her features, said:
‘Yeah, why not. I could cook something. It’s been awhile since I got domestic’
He gave her his full blue eyes attention, said:
‘Thing is, I don’t fuck lesbians.’
“Play dead? Play dead? What the fuck’s that all about? You want a dead broad, you just kill the bitch that way, you don’t gotta pay her either.”
6
Porter had gone into the pub and spotted Trevor straight away. He’d ordered a vodka and tonic, slimline, and got a full smile. Checked out the guy’s butt and thought:
‘Mmm.’
Trevor was changing a barrel and pushed that butt out to max effect, then looked up, asked: