TURNER HAD HIS HEAD buried under the bonnet of a car when he heard the police announce their arrival by noisily smashing through the gate – he knew of no other person or group that could be responsible, especially at that time of night. He had thought they were out there, watching him, when he opened the gate for Karol, and now he knew he had been right.
A part of him wondered why he hadn’t followed his instincts and made a run for it, but the more sensible part of his brain told him he had been right to stay. There was no point in him having taken precautions, and having put things in place for such an eventuality, if he was going to ignore them at the first sign of trouble.
It took a surprising amount of effort for him to continue working on the car rather than running for it, not that
