Chapter Twenty-Three“We each have a mobile phone, so we'll be able to keep in touch if either of us runs into trouble.” Charles's voice rang out as the office door swung open.
Still crouched awkwardly on the floor, Alan Crisp only just managed to drag himself around to the other side of the cabinet in time. He rubbed his painful legs. Where were those wretched surveillance men? They had probably stopped off for coffee on the way!
From his position, Crisp saw Charles and another man emerge from the office. His beady eyes followed the two men, as they strode across the laboratory. Charles paused briefly to speak to one of the scientists before heading towards the glass doors.
Blast those two MI5 men! What were they playing at? They were going to lose Charles yet again if they didn't hurry
