Chapter 44
The black BMW 5 series headed south out of central London on the A24, past Morden and Wimbledon towards Epsom. Marcus Brady was at the wheel, looking smart in his dark cotton shirt and Matt Fulford, the Liberatus News journalist, slumped next to him in an old Ramones T-shirt and jeans as he flipped through the CDs from the glove box.
“What’s this? Dire Straits?”
“This ain’t my car, nothing to do with me,” Brady replied curtly.
“Yeah, of course. Diana Ross, Whitney Houston…think I’ll pass on the muzak then.”
“Diana Ross is the soul queen, have some respect,” said Brady.
Matt sighed and put the CDs back in their place and glanced out at the rows of semi-detached Tudor style houses, set back from the road.
“So, you think these precautions are needed?”
“Most definitely. This
