Michael had barely registered the address supplied by
Karen; he knew the direction he needed to travel in and simply wanted to put
some distance between himself and Martin. As he drove he started to think about
how he could continue to elude the man who had been his constant companion for
so long. One benefit had been seeing first hand some of the tricks of the
Secret Service trade.
Looking to the passenger slumped lifelessly, now breathing
extremely deeply with wide staring eyes, glazed as much as when under the
deepest drug inducement so far, it was obvious that Michael wasn't going to be
able to pump John about his experiences any further for the time being. As he
looked back up a Motorway junction sign loomed, triggering a series of thoughts
that caused him to pull over into a lay-by.
Across the road was a public phone, its internal light
flickering on and off. Reaching for his mobile Michael double checked it was
still switched off, left like that since entering the Council Hall. Pocketing
the phone and pulling out the scrap of paper passed by Karen he looked at the
phone number she had also scribbled on, which he assumed was either her's or
her husband's. Braving the cold winds sweeping down the road Michael left the
Porsche and ran across to the phone box. Within thirty seconds he was through
to Karen's mobile's answering message.
'Karen, once you get this message I want you to switch off
your mobile and leave it off at all costs. Also ensure that anyone else in your
party heading for the rendezvous do the same. I'll explain later. Don't
underestimate me on this one, and do be aware that this message is almost
certainly going to be heard by others. You are going to have to try and make
your way to the meeting place without being followed, which won't be easy. In
addition you are all going to have to avoid using motorways. If you cannot make
the meeting for any reason then leave a message at the address you gave me and
I will try to arrange to pick it up. Don't forget to use a public phone if you
do need to do this.' Returning the phone to its cradle Michael returned to his
car, started the engine, turned one-eighty in the road and drove off in the
opposite direction to that he had been heading for the last thirty minutes.
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Copyright Ray Sullivan 2011
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