Chapter Seventeen
Bob and Tiny followed Jack Grant back to his apartment in Spandau.
They watched from a distance as he parked the little Trabant in a side street and then walked around the corner to the main entrance of his apartment building. He let himself in and then, a few minutes later, a light came on in Grant's room. It was dark now and the chance of Grant spotting their surveillance was extremely unlikely, but they were ready for anything. After all, Jack was one of them and they all shared the same skills.
“You take the first shift,” said Tiny, already snuggling underneath a blanket in the back seat.
Bob rolled his eyes and settled down for the long watch over their friend. Nice easy little gig, this, he thought. So much better than keeping the hairy eyeball on the Russians.
