Chapters (52)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- BOOK ONE
- 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
- BOOK TWO
- 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
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- BOOK THREE
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Epilogue
‘Cheer up, sonny, you’ll be covered up, but keep your faces and hands away from people until the jump’s over OK? Witnesses always remember things after an event. There’ll be some old lady telling the police about the Scottish man with the tattoos buying fags in her little village shop. We’re not taking any chances, right?’
Everyone nodded their agreement, acknowledging the truth of what he said.
‘You do not talk to anyone, you do not leave your vehicles, and you definitely do not drive above the speed limit until after the jump. You do not bring any attention to yourselves whatsoever, that includes bibbing up women, cunting other drivers if they cut you up, and especially not taking any interest in police vehicles if they pass you on the road. Do I make myself clear?’
Everyone nodded once more.
‘And most important thing of all: you DO NOT go in any pubs or shops, and you DO NOT smoke dope or drink anything until you’re well out of the way. Even then I would advise you to keep well away from any hostelries on the route home. You’re strangers wherever you go, bear that in mind, and strangers are news to the majority of the populace, OK? Even Happy Eaters are out of bounds.’
Jonnie H. said, ‘What about if we want a piss, Eric?’
They all laughed.
‘You piss down a country lane, and even then you make sure you’re out of sight, because a man pissing sticks in people’s minds. You’d be surprised what’s got people captured in the past. Believe me, I know what I’m talking about. An accent, a brief description of a car or a person, and you could find yourself arranging your own jump in a couple of years, so bear that in mind.’
The men all sobered at his words.
‘Now then,’ he said patiently. ‘Let’s go over the timing once more. What time are you setting out with the skip lorry in the morning, Jonnie?’
Nick Carvello was going over the movements of Georgio once he left Liverpool. The safe house in Liverpool was in fact a lock-up garage; the car to take him from Liverpool to Scotland was a diamond white Cosworth driven by a Scot called Baldy McIntyre. Baldy was a respectable businessman with perfect credentials. Georgio would travel beside him, and be provided with a driving licence and a business suit, in case of emergencies.