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I drive around, looking for the Merc.
There's no sign. It can't have gone that far. Must have got off the street somehow. I double back along the road I lost it down. I pull up outside a tall, stone building. A fancy-looking place with a sign outside that says Chesterton Private Clinic. There's a metal shutter to the right of the building. It opens. A dark-blue Bentley Continental emerges onto the street.
I take a chance, playing a hunch. I steer the cab down the ramp and cut underneath the shutter before it closes. I find myself in an underground car park full of gleaming supercars. I make a left turn and cruise along a row. There, at the end of the row, I see the Merc. At least, I think it's the one. I drive past and turn right and right again onto the next row. I park up and turn
