Red Notice

41

Using the stolen master-key, Laszlo had moved directly from the toilet and let himself into the employees’ break room at the end of Coach Eight. Out of sight, he had helped himself to a cup of coffee and a couple of biscuits while he waited for the train to enter the tunnel. His mobile beeped with a text. He put down his cup.

they know you are on the train. exit now

Even without looking out of the window, Laszlo knew from the angle of the floor and the whoosh as they ran through a deep cutting that the Eurostar had reached the outskirts of Folkestone and was about to plunge beneath the Channel. His fingers flew across the keypad as he texted a reply.

Impossible

He waited a few seconds for the confirmation that the message had been sent, then switched to a new SIM card. He rebooted his phone, made a call and reverted to Russian. ‘I’ve been flagged.’

There was a momentary pause while Sambor digested the information. ‘OK. Where are you now?’

‘About to enter the tunnel.’

‘Keep safe, brother. We’re on our way.’