“You’ve got to stop it,” he yelled to the local policeman, a taciturn Scot named Renton.
“It’ll be outside our waters any minute now,” shrugged the Scot.
“Stop it on suspicion of drug offences.”
“I’ve told you, it’s now in international waters. We have no authority.”
“Then let my men take her.”
“That’s illegal, you should know better.”
“The bloody woman is escaping with millions, for God’s sake,” said Columba as he saw the craft pick up speed, “laughing all over her face, no doubt.”
“This is my jurisdiction,” spluttered Renton, shaking his head at the Spaniard.
“Yes, what is it?” asked Columba as his deputy came over.
“The woman Danielle has gone.”
“What do you mean, ‘gone’?”
“She asked to go to the toilet and never returned.”
“For God’s sake,” spluttered Columba, staring helpl
