12. Strange goings on
I remember little of our drive after the bridge jump. My strange saviour took the most peculiar route to my mystery destination. I guessed it was to lose any potential followers, and it must have worked, because not only were we uninterrupted in our drive, but I completely lost track of where we were. I remember we crossed the river again by Westminster Bridge and headed north in the direction of Mayfair. After around an hour of driving we arrived in an impressive street of tall white-fronted houses. My driver slowed and pulled into a narrow-walled back street.
“Wait here please, sir,” he said, pulling up at an impressive set of wooden doors set in a red bricked wall. He jumped out and opened them, before diving back in the vehicle and driving us into a small court
