Chapter 60New York StateI worked out that the safe house was somewhere on Long
Island. It was a large dwelling in three acres of lawn and woodland. On
three sides was a high perimeter wall, and an abundance of CCTV cameras. The
fourth opened onto an expanse of water, across which came a regular
procession of yachts, dinghies and motor launches of every shape, size and
degree of ostentation.
Everything we needed was to hand, but we were captives
in luxury. We could not use the house phones or our mobiles. There were no
newspapers, no contact with the outside world. We watched television, mostly
the news programmes. The tension in the air was palpable.
Monty Whittaker was as frustrated as the rest of us but
he did his level best to keep our spirits up. Being cooped up for so long
