CHAPTER FIFTEEN :NOVEMBER, 2011
Even for London, it was a bitterly cold evening, with a biting, icy wind, as they left the restaurant, together. Jen looked for a cab. “I’ll find a taxi for you. My hotel is within walking distance, but it’s quite a way to your place from here.” They walked along Mount Street, looking for a taxi, unaware that they were being observed.
The man had followed them from M.I.6 to the restaurant and had patiently waited, without making it too obvious, until they had left Scott’s. His eyes followed the couple. “Who was this tall guy with the guide dog?” There was no time to request new instructions and he was now entirely on his own.
At last, after a few minutes walk, Jen spotted a taxi driving on the other side of the road and waved her arm towards the driver. L
