Entitled to Enjoy the Moment

“If we’d have come barrelling in here, guns blazing, Johnathan Reele and his cronies would be halfway to Liverpool by now.” Sam shook his head, “We don’t even know what he looks like, he might not even be here.”“Then what the bloody hell are we doing here?” Ray snapped, his voice loud enough for the nearby bartender to shoot a funny look in their direction.Glaring at him, Sam shook his head. “Even if he isn’t here, the informant said he was a regular, it’s possible someone in the club knows him.” Casting a quick glance over his shoulder at the dance floor, Sam set his own untouched pint back on the bar. “I’m going to go and see if I can get anyone to talk.”“No, you bloody aren’t!” Sam ignored the predictable knee-jerk protest from the DCI and merged onto the dancefloor, feeling the angry heat of Gene’s eyes boring into his back.