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Now Towering was laughing. He was far too relaxed for a bound man, and Blouse sounded far too much like a nice but worried man trying to appear firm and determined. To Polly, it was like watching a child bluffing in poker against a man called Doc.
‘A word in private, Perks?’ snapped Blouse. He drew her closer, but Polly kept her eye on Sergeant Towering. He might be bound hand and foot, but she wouldn’t have trusted a man who grinned like that if he’d been nailed to the ceiling.
‘Perks, you are making a great contribution but I really will not have my orders continually questioned,’ said Blouse.
‘You are my batman, after all. I think I run a “happy ship” here, but I will be obeyed. Please?’
It was like being savaged by a goldfish, but she had to admit he had a point.
















