As Rob climbed up to the passenger deck he could see Brodie parking on the car deck. He left the vehicle, locked it and made his way to the passenger deck.
The ferry was not busy, a combination of out of season and time of day. Rob was careful not to inadvertently bump into the driver of the silver van. He had seen him climb the same stairway that Brodie had just used and kept watch on him. The driver went to the kiosk and bought a coffee and a chocolate bar as the ferry moved away from the pier and headed for the open waters of the Solent to start its forty minute crossing to the picturesque little village of Yarmouth on the north west corner of the Isle of Wight. The man drank his coffee, ate his chocolate bar, then went for a slow, casual stroll around the ship. Rob followed him at a d
