It wasn’t as if Eli was expecting Red Cap to be standing outside the safe house; or hovering at the end of the street; or sitting in any of the three pubs within five hundred yards of the safe house – but it would have been nice. Easy. Certainly easier than sifting through the 28,000 people at Lord’s: all watching, milling around and drinking at the one-day Test match. At least Eli wasn't on his own for this herculean task. The surveillance teams were spread in classic formation and were working sector by sector.
The match had stopped for lunch and the afternoon had become hot and cloudy. It was oppressive and as Eli leaned against the rail at the top of the stairs of the north stand looking out over the grounds he realised the impossibility of finding Red Cap – even if he was there. Eli
