Private Princess

Chapter 86

As was his plan, Jack Morgan abandoned the Audi parked on the Knightsbridge street, instead leaving the area by foot and collecting a bag of clothing bought at the twenty-four-hour supermarket that he’d secreted in a dark alleyway that led to a park. There, he quickly changed jacket and trainers, and pulled tracksuit bottoms over his trousers. A peaked cap was the final item to complete the outfit change, and with the pistols in his pockets, Morgan struck out of the park.

He pulled a phone from his new jacket — a black windbreaker. The phone was a cheap model bought at the store, and kept with the change of clothes — the one that it had replaced now resided in a drain. Morgan knew that the Audi would eventually draw suspicion. Even if he dispatched someone from Private to collect it, the vehicle would show up on the CCTV footage that officers would scour as they investigated the shooting. Of course, by the time they did, Morgan believed he would have carried out his mission, or died trying. To that end, he dialed a number from memory.

“I need to meet you, and off the streets.”

Morgan then listened as he was given an address.

It wasn’t a hard one to remember, and he flagged down the first black cab that he saw.

“Where to, mate?” the cabbie asked.

“I’ll give you directions.”