CHAPTER ELEVEN
On the station platform, he discretely looked around. Martin couldn’t see anybody suspicious eyeing him up. That was hardly surprising. The mob were probably more sophisticated than that.
As he moved towards the left luggage counter, he checked to see who was serving. Dave was out of sight, thank God. He could see Maria was on her own. Martin pulled down his bobble hat further, then approached. ‘Excuse me.’ He handed her the ticket.
The pretty, twenty-two year old c****d her head to one side as if she was listening to a particular track. With her earphones in and chewing nonstop, her short jet-black hair with its little white quiff stood out against the dull grey uniform she had to wear. Maria looked at the ticket then disappeared around the back.
Martin waited. He cast
