Anxious to get started, he glanced at his watch from time to time, willing the d**g dealer to turn up and get it all over. As the time dragged by, he became increasingly nervous, afraid that his plans were about to go up in smoke. Just as he was about to get up and investigate, the buzzer sounded, sudden and urgent.
‘Here we go,’ voiced Harry, relieved the waiting was over. Springing to his feet, he waited a few minutes until there was a knock at the door and he saw Scarface handing over a package to Manners and turn to leave.
Giving his quarry a moment to move on, he crept out and followed him, only to find himself in a queue for the lift, led by Scarface with Sergeant Winkle and Prince following closely behind.
Harry swore to himself. Trust Winkle to turn up, making things more compli
