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TIAGUA, LANZAROTE, SATURDAY 23 MARCH 2019Tracking down Billy was getting tedious and much too risky. After two more days staking out the golf course, I decided on a change of tack. At dawn, while the rest of Lanzarote enjoyed a Saturday morning lie in, I donned my full disguise and drove to Tiagua and parked a few houses up the street from the farmhouse I’d seen Mick Maloney return to the other day. I was far enough away not to arouse suspicion and close enough to witness any movement.
All of the houses on the street were set back from the road, the gardens fronted by low whitewashed walls. Those inside might notice a strange car parked in the street, might wonder at the person seated inside, but on an island always packed with tourists, I figured the locals and expat residents wouldn
