From there, it was just a thirty-five-mile drive to London. Wolf sped through the night and covered the distance in a little over twenty minutes. He sliced through the city and parked the Crossback on a residential street close to the Imperial War Museum, half a mile from his apartment. He lived on the top floor of a handsome old building overlooking a little park where he often walked and fed crumbs to the pigeons. The apartment wasn’t large, but it was comfortable for a single guy who generally kept himself to himself apart from the occasional short-term lady friend. Wolf wasn’t so attached to the place that it would hurt him never to come back.

He had his pistol in his hand as he climbed the stairs and approached his door. Silently, stealthily, he slipped inside. He paused for an entire minute, until he could be confident that the apartment was empty. He was still ahead of the curve. None of his fellow agents had come for him – yet. But they could turn up at any moment and he intended to get out of here as fast as he could. Keeping the lights off he walked into his bedroom, where he kept a go-bag packed and ready. It contained all the essentials for a fast getaway, including another pistol and a quantity of walking-around money. Wolf snatched the bag and left. He did not return to the stolen car. Southwark underground station was four minutes’ walk away. It was on the Jubilee line, and this was a Friday, which meant the tube would be running around the clock. He donned a NY Yankees baseball cap from his bag and kept his eyes down as he entered the station, letting the long peak of the cap mask his face from the CCTV cameras.

Wolf travelled the night tube, constantly watching out for anyone following him. Nobody was, or he’d likely already be fighting for his life. He got off at St John’s Wood Station, and walked another quarter mile to a private security facility that offered twenty-four-hour access to safe deposit storage ranging from shoebox-size to a walk-in vault. Guards patrolled the facility day and night, and customers’ valuables were protected by a state-of-the-art biometric authentication system. Wolf had been using the place for five years, after a meticulous search for the most bombproof private security storage in London.