Dreyfuss lifted his mug to his lips. He wasn’t sure he liked the way Parfit seemed to be breaking the rules. He was certain that this meeting had been set up without the knowledge of anyone in the embassy. Sure, too, as Parfit’s whispering had warned, that Stewart didn’t know they were about to leave the country. Parfit was trying to have it all ways. He seemed confident that such was not only possible but entirely feasible. Yet Dreyfuss still wasn’t sure of his motives or his ultimate goal.

He wasn’t sure about anything any more.

They stayed long enough to finish their coffee, then left before Stewart, shaking his hand.

‘Be careful out there,’ he said, grease from the burger glistening on his lips.

Dreyfuss smiled but said nothing. He said nothing, in fact, the rest of the way to the airport. What was there he could say and be sure of getting a truthful answer to? Absolutely nothing.

The airport car park seemed, to Dreyfuss’ eyes, to be full. An attendant told them as much, but Parfit insisted on driving around.

‘Somebody’s bound to be coming out,’ he said. The attendant shrugged his shoulders and left them to it. Parfit knew exactly where he was going, however. He drove purposefully towards where two cars were parked side by side, their drivers reading newspapers. He blew four times on the van’s horn, three short, one long, and the driver of one of the cars threw his paper onto the passenger seat, started his engine and drove off. With a certain amount of elegance, Parfit eased the van into the now vacant bay. He turned to Dreyfuss again. ‘Easy when you know how,’ he said. ‘Right, you first.’

Dreyfuss had been told what to do. He got out, walking around to the rear of the van, where he opened the doors and pulled himself in, closing them after him. In the back of the van were two parcels, one marked ‘P’ and one ‘D’. He opened the second package, revealing a two-piece suit, shirt, tie, socks and shoes. All in sober colours, and all in his size. He unzipped his overalls and began to change. Once he was dressed, he left the van again and got into the passenger seat of the second car, whose driver acknowledged his presence with a grunt and a ‘You took your time,’ before continuing with his reading.