The Wrong Plan B
The only Plan B he had now was to risk phoning his employers. He did not like this plan, as it sounded far from professional, but it was the only Plan B he had left, so phone them is what he did.
They seemed surprised to hear from him, so they must have thought that he had made his getaway long ago.
Within an hour, a car with a couple in sharp suits picked him up and drove off. Neither of them spoke to him as they drove, but they did give him funny looks, which made him feel really ill at ease. However, an uncontrollable weariness descended on him as he finished off the last of the chocolate bars, and he soon fell asleep. He slept until the car stopped and then sleepily opened his eyes.
“Where are we?”
The two suits did not answer but just opened his door. JJ got out
