The McDead

Lesson

Brant found Sarah in the canteen. She was about to have a tea and a danish.

He said, ‘Wanna see another side of policing?’

She gave the danish a look of longing.

He added, ‘I mean now.’

Grabbing her bag, she got up and Brant leant across, grabbed the danish, said, ‘Don’t want to waste that.’

The Volvo was outside and between bites, Brant said, ‘You drive.’

She got the car in gear and he said, ‘St. Thomas’s … mmm … this is delicious, must have been fresh in.’

Sarah was cautious in her driving, conscious of him watching.

He was.

He asked, ‘What’s this?’

‘Excuse me?’

‘Yer driving like a civilian, put the bloody pedal to the metal.’

They found a space to park and walked back to the hospital. Brant said, ‘I frigging hate hospitals.’

‘Who are we seeing?’

‘A snitch, well probably an ex-snitch.’

Sarah wasn’t sure how to answer so she said, ‘Oh.’

Spiro was in an open ward on the third floor. He seemed to be covered in casts and bandages. His leg was suspended.

When he saw Brant, his eyes went huge with fear.

Brant smiled, said, ‘Spiro!’

Spiro’s eyes darted to Sarah and Brant said, ‘It’s OK, she’s a good ’un.’

He took a long look at the injuries, then asked, ‘Who did it?’

‘I dunno Mr Brant, I was attacked from behind.’

‘Sure you were.’

Spiro’s eyes pleaded to Sarah and he said, ‘I am very tired, I must sleep.’

Brant moved closer, said, ‘I don’t need you to say a dicky-bird. I’m going to mention a name and if it’s correct, just nod. That’s all and we’re gone.’

Sarah felt useless, gave Spiro a small smile.

Brant said, ‘Tommy Logan.’

For a few moments nothing; Spiro had closed his eyes. Then, a small nod.

Brant said, ‘OK, you need anything?’

Head shake.

Brant turned to Sarah, said, ‘Let’s go.’

They were on the ground floor before Sarah got to ask, ‘Who’s Tommy Logan?’

‘A murderin’ bastard is who.’