Chapter 16
23rd July
From behind the bedroom curtain, she watched him leave then quietly slid back under the covers.
He'd tell his wife it had been another all-night brainstorming session, take a shower and head into work once she'd made him breakfast. In the meantime, he was in no rush, he'd stop off at the little news-stand at the station and get a paper. The man there knew him by now and, although not officially open, he'd happily give the well-spoken gentleman a free copy knowing men of that calibre rarely carried small change and, anyway, he'd need all his 'float' money for his regular customers.
With his paper on the passenger seat, Reddington- Taylour joined the main road again, just in time to slip in front of some approaching military vehicles and settle down to enjoy the drive home.
He saw the grey car as he rounded the bend. It could have safely got out of the side road in front of him but chose not to. He remained mildly aware of its presence; it seemed in no hurry either. He briefly toyed with the idea that it may be a 'fellow traveller' in the game of infidelity but dismissed it when he realised there were two people on board. It sat respectfully back and he felt under no pressure to drive faster or encourage it to pass. As he reached the bend, he checked his mirror. There was nothing there. He was still trying to figure out where his companions had gone when they smashed into the side of him. He wasn't sure what happened next, all he'd remember was long grass, some sort of fence and the bushes.
The grey car stopped. No squeal of brakes, no tyre marks. It reversed back to the bend. The passenger leapt out, gun in hand and fired three shots into the car that lay in the hedge.