His mood changed as he began to believe he could do it. Without wasting any more time, he crept back down the passageway and up the stairs towards his exit route to the roof. Checking the way was clear, he raced inside the washroom and climbed up the wooden frame and out through the skylight. As he rolled away behind the wall he felt relieved, and elated to be back in the sanctuary of his rooftop hideaway.
In the hotel, Simon sat on the edge of the bed and poured them both a strong cup of fresh coffee. It had just gone three o’clock in the morning and they both knew that, if everything had gone according to plan, Philip should be approaching the end of his exertions. Anna sat up in bed, pulling the sheet up in front of her. The pillows were lodged behind her back so she could sip her coff
