Chapter ThirteenOutside the café, Sergeant Andrews gave his instructions to the detectives. He stressed they were not here to make an arrest. They were simply to look out for the man in question and, should they see him, follow him as far as possible.
“If you get even a hint your cover is blown, call in to the station and get a new face to take over. Is that understood?”
The detectives nodded.
“You must understand that at this stage, we have nothing on this man,” Andrews continued. “At the moment, we're just keeping an eye on his movements.” Andrews paused. “Does anyone have any questions?”
As no one had anything to say, he split the men up. A couple of them seated themselves outside the café giving the impression they were reading their newspapers, while Andrews, accompanied by Morris
