They arrived at Glasgow Central a little after 10.40; only a few minutes behind schedule. Tom collected their luggage and they alighted onto Platform One, then weaved their way to the main concourse.
“Where are we meant to meet this Ahmed?” Sally asked.
A blank expression fell over Tom"s face. “I don"t know, Stephan only said that he"d meet us on arrival.”
They both searched the surrounding crowds for any likely suspects, walking towards an exhibition displaying a Ferrari, situated in the centre of the station. “Stephan gave me the impression Ahmed was young and the name sounds Asian, but I don"t see any obvious candidates, nobody wearing the proverbial yellow carnation or holding up a name board,” Tom said, this his eyes brightened. “Wait – Stephan gave me his mobile number, let me che
