Private Princess

Chapter 76

The Audi pulled to a stop in Private London’s secured parking, and all men exited simultaneously.

“I’ve gotta go to the loo,” Hooligan told the others, and scuttled off.

Knight looked at Morgan over the top of the car.

“I’m sorry I went against your orders,” Knight offered. “I know you’re the boss, but I couldn’t let you go after him. It would have been suicide.”

“You’re my friend, Peter. And you probably saved my life.”

Knight managed a weak smile.

“I’m going to contact the Met,” he told his leader, having been debriefed by Hooligan on the journey. “Let them know that there’s someone masquerading in convincing police uniform.”

“Hooligan said he had all the gear,” Morgan agreed. “Hooligan couldn’t tell them apart. You think Flex has links in the police? Could he have called off the mounted officers to draw me in?”

Knight shook his head. “That was Denise. She was following it all on their system. She hacked in and gave orders for all officers to make their way to a bogus mass casualty event.”

“Good work. Better make sure she covers her tracks.”

As Knight stepped away from the car, his investigator’s instinct read Morgan’s body language. “You’re not coming inside, are you?”

Morgan shook his head. “I’m not. Keys, please.”

Knight tossed them over. “Will you tell me where you’re going?”

“I won’t.” Morgan walked around to the driver’s door and offered Knight his hand.

The Englishman shook it. “Be careful, Jack. I told you I’m ready to step up, but I don’t want to have to.”

Morgan patted his friend on the shoulder. Then, without a word, he climbed into the car. The sleek black machine glided from the garage and into the London night.

Where Jack Morgan would hunt.