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It was at times like this that John Lucas wished he had his mobile with him. Although he’d tried to memorise the route, Google Maps would have come in very useful.
He’d left his phone at home, knowing the police would likely be able to trace him otherwise. For all he knew, they were already tracking his movements. He knew they wouldn’t have officers staking out the house, though. Not with budget cuts the way they were at the moment.
He’d picked a very specific route to Benjamin Newell’s house. After he’d managed to track down his home address through an associate, he’d worked out a route using an old Ordnance Survey map — a route which would minimise his chances of being seen on the way, either by human eyes or CCTV.
When he reached the corner of Newell’s road, he pulled the peak of
