Chapter Twenty-FourFollowing closely behind the leading police car, the Jaguar pulled into the well-known entrance. The security guards were now familiar with both the police escort and the Premier’s driver, so banter was the only hazard they encountered. Shaw felt the genie of his tensions loose its grip and he knew he’d made the right decision. Mary wouldn’t like it, though, for she enjoyed their rare evenings together. So did he, for that matter, but he had obeyed his prompting and, as on most occasions, it seemed right.
Toby Simpson, upright, handsome and looking very much at ease, was there to greet him. He’d make a great Foreign Secretary when Sir James hung up his boots – but that, of course, was some way in the future.
‘Toby, the way you look you wouldn’t think that any danger wa
