Chapter 22
Jez Whitworth watched as Dooley put the phone on the breakfast bar in the Cornish kitchen. The principal was walking in the garden with his wife, watching his two young children kicking a football.
'Problem?'
'The s**t's hit the fan in London. It's probably best he's here.'
'But?'
'The threat level has gone through the roof. We've got the local lads closing the roads. The exclusion zone is in place and the Navy at RNAS Culdrose are doing overflights until the weather grounds the choppers. The forecast says gale force winds all night.'
'Helicopters will draw attention.'
'I know but we're not running the show, are we?'
Whitworth answered a radio call. 'That's Tango Two Zero static in the north layby.'
'Good, leave them there and I want two foot patrols out at all times. W
