Finlay stopped smiling. Went quiet. Just looked at me.
“I was winding him up,” he said. “He asked what we’d been doing, looking at a car. I said we weren’t. Said we’d told Baker we weren’t going far, but he’d misheard it as we’re looking at a car.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “That’s what I’m trying to find out.”
“OK,” I said. “Your plan is as good as you’re going to get. Go for it.”
“Who was the guy with the shaved head?” he asked me.
“There’s never a reason,” he said. “I just do what I’m told.”