LUDER NEITHER SAW NOR heard anything that suggested a problem, other than the alarm not being set, yet his instincts screamed that there was something wrong. He had learned to listen to his instincts over the years, it was how he had managed to avoid being caught for so long, and why he had no record with the police - he only wished he had listened to the niggle he had had that morning that said he should cancel or postpone the job.
“Guys, we’re leaving,” he yelled, making his decision.
“What’s up?” Neville asked, skidding to a halt alongside Luder.
“I don’t know,” Luder admitted. “But something’s not right. The alarm’s not been set.”
“Somebody could have forgot to turn it on,” Neville said, not seeing the problem.
“Maybe, but I don’t think so. We’re going. Back to the truck.”
Had he
