Martineau climbed in, his body first and then followed by the stick. Old habits die hard and he always had it ready in case of attack. Backside first, stick ready to fend off an attack.
“D.C. Thompson. Did they furnish you with a first name?” asked Martineau.
“Martin, sir. Martin Thompson.”
“I’ll stick with Thompson, if that’s alright. I’m not a policeman myself, so I prefer a more informal approach, especially if we are going to be spending some time together. Oh and forget about the ‘sir’ with me, just call me Martineau. Sound fair?”
They started driving out of the hotel grounds and onto the leafy main road, their destination yet to be decided upon. Thompson was very much taking his cue from the older man, even though he was classed as a civilian. “You a specialist of some sort, sir,
