Chapters (43)
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- About the Author
- Also by Stephen Booth
- About the Publisher
Standing, half-stooped, in the stink and gloom, Cooper felt the presence of Fry beside him, the only source of warmth in the cold night. Fry had made the call on her mobile, and back-up would be here, an armed response vehicle on its way. But the ARV had probably been cruising the M1 when its crew got the shout. They could be twenty minutes reaching Sheldon. Even the helicopter wouldn’t be getting airborne from Ripley in this fog.
‘We’re in trouble, Diane,’ whispered Cooper.
‘I think I’d figured that out.’
‘Are we going to make a run for the car, or what?’
‘Well, he saw us, so he must know roughly where we are.’
‘And if he can see the car –’
‘Yes. Why didn’t we leave it out of sight? Whose idea was it to bring it all the way in?’
‘Yours,’ said Cooper.
‘Oh. Well, it would only have been further away if we hadn’t.’
‘I suppose.’
‘At least now we know what the package was that Jack Elder brought,’ said Fry. ‘He must have the right contacts in Nottingham to get hold of an illegal shotgun. I wonder what influence Palfreyman has over people like Elder to make them do what he wants. Is it fear? Respect? I don’t understand it.’
‘Do you have any ideas about how we’re going to get out of this, or are you just talking for the sake of it?’ hissed Cooper.
‘Are you carrying a weapon at all?’
‘Just my ASP.’
‘Me too.’
‘Are you suggesting we wait until he gets within arm’s length and take him down with a baton across the back of the head? He’s got a shotgun, Diane.’
‘Ben, I don’t have any other ideas.’
Cooper was silent for a moment, absorbing the shock of hearing Fry admit that she didn’t know what to do. It must have been painful for her to say it.
He leaned closer and whispered. ‘Well, we’re going to have to run for it, aren’t we?’
‘Yes.’
‘Let’s go now, before he gets a fix on our exact position.’
‘Wait,’ said Fry.
‘What now?’
‘I haven’t got the right shoes on for running.’
‘Tough.’ Cooper peered round the corner of the chimney. ‘I can’t see him now. Perhaps he’s gone the other way.’
‘Some hopes.’
‘Well, we can’t wait any longer. I’d rather die in the open air than down here.’
‘All right, let’s go. One-two-three. Now!’
They burst from cover and raced across the open ground, stumbling and sliding but managing not to fall flat on their faces. Fry broke to the left as they reached the car, remembering that Cooper had the keys. But Cooper waited until he was close to the vehicle before pressing the button to de-activate the locks, knowing that the lights would flash and alert anyone watching. There was nothing he could do about that.