Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Scanlon shaded his eyes against the morning glare. It felt as if the whiskey was pounding on the inside of his skull trying to get out. Worse still, the whiskey was using his brain as a battering ram.
He had to think. He had to think straight and think fast. He had to use what he had learned at Gallagher"s flat. He"d need to make a couple of calls before mid-morning. The nearest Tube station was three minutes away, but he spotted a bus coming towards him and decided to spend some time on anti-surveillance drills. He"d picked up a few tricks from Gallagher and Harry, and it wouldn"t do any harm.
Two buses, one cooked breakfast and a short ride on the Underground later, Scanlon emerged at street level in Tottenham Court Road. He waited near the barriers for a few min
