‘Don’t tell me I’ve…’
He laughed. ‘No, but it all feels a hell of a lot better. I have to thank you, Cliff.’
‘Any flak from St James?’
He smiled. ‘Flak, eh? Still taking the piss. No, not a squeak. Is there anything dangerous about DTS, d’you reckon?’
‘Only to the bank balances of people silly enough to get into it.’