31 Nick
Mark is already sitting on the bench overlooking the pond when I round the corner into Jubilee Park. He’s slouched against the slatted wooden back, eyes closed, face pointing up towards the warm sun.
‘Sorry, sir, we don’t allow vagrants to sleep here,’ I say as I walk up behind him and clap him on the shoulder. He chuckles, immediately recognising my voice.
‘How’s it going, mate?’ he says, extending his hand as I sit down beside him.
‘Been better,’ I reply.
‘Yeah, saw all the stuff on f*******:. Grim. Can’t imagine what you must be going through.’
‘Neither can I,’ I say.
‘Rozzers got any idea where she might be?’ Mark asks.
‘Not a bloody clue. Unsurprisingly.’
‘Some things never change. Your head must be all over the place.’
I try to stop myself laughing. ‘Yeah, you could
