Ziggy took a camera from his rucksack, attached a lens to the body and started to take pictures. Milton kept an eye on the road to make sure that they were not attracting undue attention.

“What does he drive?” Chase said.

“A Bentley Continental GT,” Ziggy said. “One hundred and fifty thousand pounds of pure ostentatious bling.”

“Don’t see anything like that. You sure he’s here?”

“He wouldn’t leave it out the front,” Milton said. “Too expensive.”

“There’s a car park around the back,” Ziggy said. “Behind the gate. Transponder looks like it’s in there.”

“What about security?” Milton asked. “Cameras?”

“Two out front, and looks like one on the side of the building,” Chase reported.

Milton squinted into the deepening gloom. “Ziggy—can you get at them?”

“Probably. But I’d need to see the make of camera to know for sure.”

“I can do that,” Chase said. “Give me a minute.”

The American opened the door and got out, pausing behind the Galaxy as a delivery truck pulled up outside the factory that was opposite the warehouse. Chase waited until the truck disappeared into the building before ambling away, crossing the road and heading for the warehouse.

Ziggy and Milton watched.

“How much do you know about him?” Ziggy said.

“Enough. He’s competent.”

“‘Competent’? That’s hardly a ringing endorsement.”

“He was a Marine,” Milton said. “Got a medical discharge.”

“That’s the limp?”

“Shot in the leg.”

Chase was approaching the warehouse, slowing his pace.

“You’re sure he’s up to this? I mean… Hicks, I know. I’ve seen him working before. He’s full of it, but he can back it up. Right? But this guy?”

“I knew his father,” Milton said. “He died because of me. Chase wants revenge and I’m going to help him get it. And that’s all quite apart from the fact that we’re going to need all the help we can get. This”—Milton gestured out of the window—“is the easy part. Jackson’s dangerous, but we can handle him. It’s when we start working our way up the ladder that things are going to get more difficult.”

Chase reached the warehouse and changed direction, crossing the parking area at the front so that he passed directly under the camera that had been fixed to the side of the building. He had his phone in his hand and aimed it upwards, then continued along the line of the wall to the second camera that had been positioned above the door that offered access to the interior. He angled his phone upwards for a second time, walked right beneath the camera, and then continued on. He walked on for another few paces until he was out of sight, then crossed the road and came back on the other side. He made his way back to the MPV and got back into the front.

“See anyone?” Milton asked.