Chapter 33
The alarm woke Adam at 1.30. He jumped quickly out of bed for fear of going back to sleep, momentarily looking at Isobel’s bum that had revealed itself as he rose.
I could always just stay in bed.
He bent down and kissed Isobel’s pert backside, before pulling back the duvet and headed towards the shower.
Fuck, I must be running on adrenalin, he thought,
turning the shower on as hot as he could stand.
I was tired the day before yesterday when I came back from Dartmoor, and I haven’t really slept since. What a state to begin a spying mission. Thank god Ron’s here, I really got to sleep on the drive.
He made the bottom of the stairs as Clive rang the doorbell; Adam opened it and looked at Gooding, who looked as fresh as a daisy. Adam just shook his head and beckoned Clive to
