UNDERCOVER

He was leaned over supported by his arms his hands either side of the copy of the Sun I’d put face up on the table.
He was looking at the front cover.
‘What do you make of that?’ I said, meaning the story was headlined.
He stopped reading - signalled by a slight movement of his head to the right where I stood watching - thought for a moment then said, ‘it’s not exactly well written, is it?’