TWO FLOORS BELOW THE horrified constables, who were dealing with the aftermath of his escape, Kieran Wright made his way between the cars in the car park at the side of the hospital. He had no idea that the mess he had left in the x-ray room had been discovered, so he didn’t hurry as he headed towards the target he had picked out. His pace was slow and steady, and his route indirect, as he sought to avoid drawing attention to himself.
Kieran glanced around, searching the car park for potential witnesses, when he saw his target finally stop at a car, a forest green Ford Focus with several dents and scratches. He could see no-one, which both surprised and pleased him, and he hurried forward, moving quickly between the cars that separated him from the man he had followed from the hospital’s
