Chapter 12None of the staff on cleaning duties in the small Subway restaurant were paying any attention to the red Chevy Impala and its two male occupants, who sat on their forecourt right outside the eatery's large glass frontage. Finch glanced at the reflection in his wing mirror and watched a spotty-faced young male wiping down a long, bar-style table before tucking the cloth into the back pocket of his food stained trousers.
“It's a shame they're closed,” grumbled Roddick, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “I could go for a sandwich right now.”
“Even if they weren't, this is no time to be thinking of your stomach!” spat Finch as he turned his attention back to the Days Inn car park across the street. The Ford MTR Freedom stood proudly in the nearly empty parking lot, like a prize h
