Chapter One Hundred and Seven. Jason and Smithy.
Jason’s Point of View.
I listen intently to old Burnsy as he describes the scene at Roker Park. It is the other side of the water, so is under Southwick and Seaburn’s patch, and so we are just there to help out. Halfway through the meeting, the chief constable of our whole police force walks into the briefing room. Clearly, the media are going to be camped outside, wanting to get the latest information, if he is here. I let out a long sigh, as f*****g Proctor, the dirty bastard, welcomes his uncle with a smile and a hug. This is why we have the issues we have, getting that fucker out of our station.
“This is why we are having to be careful, proving him to be as bent as a ten-bob bit,” I whisper to Snow White.
“ What is a ten-bob bit,?”
