They stepped outside onto the pavement where Liffi slipped her arm through Jake’s and pressed close. He made no effort to shrug her off, if anything, pleased to have a pretty woman clinging to him. The habit of looking round to check for pressmen brought a uniformed couple walking parallel to them on the other side of the road to his attention. But the absence of journalists meant he thought nothing of it when they crossed over and followed a few paces behind. This was a pity because suddenly, Jake and Liffi found themselves taken by surprise and steered by superior strength into a gloomy alleyway.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” he protested, squaring up to the uniformed figure sporting green with gold trimmings. He read a badge emblazoned with embroidered letters: M&M Security.
