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They’d arranged for Wendy to go into the coffee shop a minute or so ahead of Jack, and to grab a drink and sit at another table — just in case. As Culverhouse entered the café, he noticed the only black man in the room was sitting towards the back, looking nervous.
He strode over and stopped at the table. ‘You my date for the evening?’
‘If you’re the guy in charge, yeah,’ the man said, standing up to shake his hand.
‘Jack Culverhouse.’
‘Uh, Ty.’
‘Ty? What’s that short for? Bear in mind I’m going to need to know your full name at some point anyway.’
The man sat back down and wrung his hands. Culverhouse sat down opposite him.
‘Do you want a coffee or something?’ Tyrone asked.
‘Nope.’
‘What about tea?’
‘No. I don’t want anything other than for you to tell me what this is about.
