Private Princess

Chapter 92

Jack Morgan walked a mile from the Tower using back streets, main roads and alleyways. Happy that he was clear of tails, he’d put a call in to Hooligan, passing him the few addresses given up by Corporal Joyce. “Get CCTV in those areas if you can,” Morgan had instructed. “Have surveillance teams stood by, but no one is to leave Private HQ unless I order it.”

Then he had given his London team a second set of instructions. Thirty minutes later an old Ford Focus pulled up at exactly the spot Morgan had requested, the driver getting out and walking away without a backward glance. Taking a few seconds to check his surroundings one more time, Morgan pulled a carrier bag from where he had shoved it into a hedge, felt the weight of the pistols inside, and walked to the car. He entered the driver’s side, found the key in the ignition and started it up.

A few seconds later he was on his way to the first of Flex’s addresses.