Chapter Six
Doing a Runner
Sean Treadaway watched from the cover of some bushes as the tall, fair-haired young man came out through the front door of the house and strode confidently across the gravel driveway to where a classic red E-Type Jaguar was parked and waiting.
The man was smartly dressed in a trendy dark blue blazer and light-coloured trousers with flared bottoms. He was carrying a small briefcase, which he threw onto the passenger seat of the car before getting in himself and starting the powerful 4.2 litre engine.
The twin exhaust pipes roared as he stamped down on the accelerator pedal. He then dumped the clutch and, with the back wheels spinning wildly on the gravel, raced out of the gateway and into the country road beyond.
“Cocky bastard!” said Treadaway out loud as si
