CHAPTER 14
NEW SCOTLAND YARD AND TOWER BRIDGE, LONDON
Jacob Vance sat in silence in his office, where, an elbow on the desk, he rested his furrowed brow on his hand. His eyes were closed as he tried to remember every word of his earlier conversation with Brittany Shepherd. Something she had said, a casual remark, perhaps, had triggered off a familiar nagging sensation at the back of his mind telling him he was missing a vital clue.
At times like these, he was prone to restless dreams at night. They would usually take the form of a chase, and inevitably, his quarry would hare off into a dark alley. Every time that Vance was about to stretch out his hand to apprehend the criminal, he would slip away through a heavy door that remained securely bolted from the inside. Vance could never brea
