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Kevlar – BTNG
I found the car park and the bay up close to the top floor. Neatly parked was a dark green Range Rover Vogue, this year’s model with dark tints all round. Nice motor. But not as nice as me, as the saying goes. Whatever powder the hippy had given me was racing my engine. I looked at my hands and my fingers shook. Not too much, just enough to keep me sharp. I thumbed the key fob and the hazard lights blinked and all four door locks clicked open. I got behind the wheel, and found another envelope taped to the dash. Once again SHARMAN was printed on the front. I opened it and there was a piece of paper inside handwritten – ‘under driver’s seat’.
I felt under and found a shopping bag. Inside was a Browning nine millimetre pistol, just like the one I’d left at Madge’s. I drop
