FOR A GOOD TWENTY MINUTES, since she arrived at Penn train station, Queen had been standing on the concourse near the shops, the most visible place for all the walking masses to spot her.
Bryce, on the other hand, stayed well hidden from sight, diagonally across from her. From the looks of it, he observed that she had no environmental awareness. All she kept doing was checking her wristwatch, obviously waiting for someone.
The SAS stood behind a book rack pretending to flick through Andy McNab’s latest action adventure. He had the best vantage point. To his right, he could see who was coming and going from the platform, and to his left, he could see the people coming in and out from the direction of the station’s many entrances.
Bryce pinged Valentino as he fed his ticket through a tick
