Chapter Twenty-Two
The Riverside Ritz.
While Ruffles led me down an alleyway, I thought about how crafty Christina Bishop had been. Unless she was incredibly stupid—which I was certain she was not—she had intentionally left the car in a location where it would quickly be stolen. It was the same vehicle that was on her DVLA record as being the first one she’d purchased after passing her test. She must have known that the make and description of her car were all over the police channels. The fact that she was smart enough to ditch it showed me she had more brains than most of the fugitives I’d helped track down over the years.
And what’s the best way to get the cops off of your tail over such a thing? Create a diversion and send them on a wild goose chase. Hell, maybe even get very lucky
