A few minutes later, a taxi pulled up in the drive to deposit Bill Hodges, looking less like a burglar and more like an aging bank manager in his de-mob suit. He had a stilted walk, as if nursing an old war wound, and the manners of a spiv. “Good day to you all,” he chirped. Grant had a feeling he would like this man, respect him, certainly. He just wouldn"t trust him alone with the family silver.
When the introductions were completed, Penn spoke. “I"d better put the kettle on then, get a brew going?”
But Masterman shook his head. “No we"ll wait, if that"s alright with you lads, wait until the sniper arrives. It would be un-gentlemanly to start without her.”
Ten minutes later, there was the faint noise of a genteel knock on the door. Penn removed himself from the room and returned a mom
