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Capstick sat on the floor, his back leaning against the wall at one end of the corridor, his gaze glued on a point about twenty yards away. He was following orders: watching Chloe’s room at all times; making sure she didn’t go anywhere until support arrived; and keeping a look-out for Oliver Mosley and video cassettes exchanging hands.
After calling Holdsworth and instructing her to take over the surveillance of Mosley’s Granby Terrace home, Sant had gone off to put in an urgent request with Gilligan for a firearms unit to search out Tony Gordon.
Which left Capstick playing the part of nanny for a screwed-up girl. Not exactly a glamorous detective’s lot, he brooded. One of the maids had brought him coffee and a Danish pastry, lightening his mood considerably, but once the sugar ru
