Chapter 9
NIGHT JITTERSPablo de Silva and Stuart Bishop pushed on through the loud and feverish London night, restless with its unremitting swarms of crowds, its traffic that sometimes barely crept along, now heading south on Victoria Embankment. As Pablo caught the flood-lit Houses of Parliament in the distance ahead, he worried how to break his risky plan. Stuart, when he understood the danger of exposure, would blow a gasket. He decided to wait for the opportune time to discuss it.
Soon traveling west they struggled through traffic at Trafalgar Square, failing to detect surveillance vehicles. In the Square itself hundreds of visitors and Londoners, packed together, watched the spectacle of mimes, singers, and sidewalk chalk artists, ignoring a woman who shouted into a megaphone, "Plea
