Chapter Thirteen
The following night Sloan had just locked the door of the free-standing garage at the back of Darcy’s property when he saw the car pull up. No one came to the back of the property, the road was barely a road, and the garage ran parallel to the house with a small paved area of a dozen haphazard slabs. Obviously, the area had never been meant for this use, or any use, other than clandestine activities, because he’d bet the Mercedes driver wanted the element of surprise, and it was just through pure luck that Sloan had been here, in the right place, at the right time.
The Mercedes stopped, and Sloan folded his arms leaning back against the concrete waiting for JS to get out the car. He took his time about it but eventually the men faced each other.
‘I didn’t realise you we
