The young policeman took a moment to fish out his phone and turned the camera on. Then the four of them - Henry, Hannah, Henry's adviser and Constable Maguire - smiled for the photo. Two of these people were about to have s*x; the other two were not.
Finally, after a few more pleasantries were exchanged, Henry and Hannah entered the room and closed the door behind them. It was a gents lavatory, with a row of urinals on one side and hand basins along the other. At the far end were three toilet stalls. Henry turned the lock on the door and stood, watching Hannah, as she walked to the middle of the room. The sound of her high-heeled boots beat out a staccato rhythm on the cracked, tiled floor.
Suddenly, she spun around and ran into his arms. She was laughing riotously as she did it. He wrap
