I love ALL my Brit detectives equally, no? NO. Time to fess up. It’s MK all the way, as DCS Christopher Foyle, leaning on the hood of the Wolseley. ‘Truly?’ I hear you laugh, 'THIS is your fantasy?’. Well, my friend, don’t give me a hard time. 'Cos pinned against the radiator grille between the car and Foyle is little ME. And what I’m feeling ain’t a bonnet ornament. It has a blood supply. Yeah, there’s a hood a-poppin’ all right, but it ain’t the Wolseley’s - know what I mean? A girl cannot be gun-shy, livin’ in DC.
OMG! He’s twinkling at me. Oh that sweet, sweet face. Male pattern baldness never did a guy a bigger favour. “Thhhink I’d better take down some particulars,” he breathes.