“Vi said as she flicked the ash from her cigarette out of the car window. “Nah.” She turned to face Tony Bracci. “Why not?” “Traffic wardens are hated but it ain’t necessarily boring, is it, guv?” They were on surveillance across the road from Pastor Iekanjika’s house in Silvertown. A bog-standard Edwardian terrace, it backed onto the City Airport and so every few minutes they had to put up with noises from jets heading off to Paris and Amsterdam. They were playing a game they often played which... was called “What jobs are more boring than surveillance?” “I don’t know,” Vi said. “Not sure I could walk about all day looking at car windscreens.” “Hated by millions.” Tony picked his nose and stuck the bogey on the roof of the car. He always did this. Vi had long ago become sick of telling him to stop it. “What about magicians?” Vi turned to look at him and said, “Magicians?” Tony Bracci had an odd mind. “Yeah, like Paul Daniels,” Tony said. “I can’t stand Paul Daniels, he’s an annoying little shit.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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