As the party turned in his direction, Bob stepped into the shadow of the palms. It had been a long morning and, his quarry being elusive, Bob’s confidence was waning. He was struggling to see how the exchange was going to be made. The instructions of the caller had been followed to the letter – family grouping including mother and remaining child, money in a black and blue back-pack.
This looked for all the world like a family grouping. The little tyke was doing a fantastic job. So was Gina, but Bob knew she would when he choose her from the Surry Hills station. Good female coppers are worth their weight in this sort of fluid investigation. He slapped his ankle where a lone midge was taking advantage.
It seemed to be only a split second, yet he had no idea where the Coffee Cart came from. All hell broke loose.