‘Sorry,’ said Stiggins, as though he had just been caught picking his nose in public. ‘What the expression? Old habit die hard?’
‘There’s more in the compost heap,’ said Landen helpfully.
The little man grinned very softly through his eyes; I didn’t suppose he showed much emotion.
‘If interested, I’ll be in touch.’
‘Be in touch,’ I told him.
He grunted, replaced his hat, bid us both a happy day, enquired about the whereabouts of the compost heap and was gone.
‘I’ve never seen a neanderthal in a suit before,’ observed Landen.
‘Never mind about Mr Stiggins,’ I said, reaching up to kiss him.
‘I thought you’d finished with SpecOps?’
‘No,’ I replied with a smile. ‘In fact, I think I’m only just beginning…!’