Rafi and Eli patched up Red Cap in a service station on the M40; the agent’s guardian angel must have been looking out for him because Red Cap had nothing worse than a few bruises and a hangover. After making sure that his house wasn’t under surveillance, Eli decided to take the agent inside. He wanted a moment with him; he wanted to be sure, or as sure as he could be that Red Cap wasn’t in any further danger.
Eli helped him up the path to the front door. Red Cap’s hand was shaking as he tried to find the lock in the dark; gently Eli took the key from the man’s cold hand.
‘Good of you to take me all the way home,’ Red Cap said. ‘Come in for a coffee, before you go.’ He sounded hopeful; it was almost a plea.
‘We’ve got to get back to London, Derek, but some other time, I will.’
‘Sure yo
