Her plan had been to force Steel onto the tour bus just so she could keep a better watch on him. When he was alone with the taxi driver, it was unpredictable, whereas the tour was scheduled. She would know where he was – apart from now.
Then she caught sight of Steel, coming down from another building, and slipping silently in with the group.
‘Gottcha,’ she smiled.
Samara knew that the next step would be a trip to the old British barracks.
This was a dangerous place to be caught in, with lots of excellent hiding places, not to mention there was only one way in and out. The gaggle of people returned to the bus and got inside, ready for the next part of the tour.
She sat behind the mini cooper's wheel, the engine was on, and she was ready to pull out onto the road and followed close beh
