Private Princess

Chapter 107

“Stop!” Morgan heard coming from a car’s loudspeaker as he climbed onto the stone. “Don’t jump! Don’t jump, Jack!”

It was hearing his name that stopped Morgan, his toes teasing the edge of the ledge as he turned in the direction of the police van that slewed to a halt beside the scene of carnage. Armed officers spilled from its back like pepper from a shaker, their weapons up, ready and searching for targets — Morgan could not be a more inviting one. He felt the press of the revolver in the small of his back, and wondered if it was visible.

“Don’t move!” one of the masked officers shouted at him.

But Morgan did move. His eyes moved. They moved to the shape of an unmarked police car that skidded to a crunching halt between the officers and Morgan.

The doors flew open. The first man that Morgan recognized was the armed man who had stood guard for Princess Caroline inside the Tower. The second was Colonel De Villiers, clad head to foot in tactical gear, a pistol on his hip.

“Go!” he shouted at Morgan, waving in the direction of the south bank. “Get Flex!”

“Knight...” Morgan began, looking to the waters.

“I’ve got him!” De Villiers promised. “Go! Run! Get Flex!”

Morgan took one more look at the empty water beneath him, before turning his predatory eyes to the south.

Flex’s figure was almost clear of the bridge. Once he hit the mass of streets, Morgan knew, the chances of finding him would be almost zero.

And so he ran.