“Then what did he do?” asked Brian.
“Don’t know. I was sitting at my desk so I was able to watch him for quite some time. I went to make a cup of tea and when I came back he’d gone.”
“Well, there you are, then. He’s taken over the place.”
“So if he was taking over, why sit outside observing for an hour or two?”
“Perhaps checking it out. But if you’re that bothered why don’t you report the matter?”
“Who do we tell, and what do we tell them?”
“Just a minute.” Brian stood up.
“What’s up?” asked Sam.
“That green four-wheel drive, just inside the fence.”
“What about it?”
Sam asked.
Brian adjusted his glasses but he still couldn’t see it. “Can you see the number plate from here?”
“Don’t be stupid, I can only just see the car.”
Brian walked over to the chain-link fence, glanced at the plate and made a mental note, before returning to Sam.
“What was that all about?”
“Before I came out to join you there was a report on the news, from the police, asking to keep an eye out for a dark green Evoque that’s been involved in something.”
“What?”
“I can’t remember now.”
“Is that the one?”
Brian felt odd inside, weak. He sat down on the bench. “I think so.” He stared at Sam. “And there’s another four-wheel drive a bit further back; a white one. All the left-hand side stoved in.”
Sam stared back at Brian. “What the hell’s going on?”
“I don’t know. But now you know who to ring and what to tell them.”
Chapter Fifty-four
What a fucking mess, thought Anthony.
Greed. Self-absorption. Vanity. Call it what you like, it all led to the same thing. Failure.
Anthony reminisced about their humble beginnings, when each of them had nothing. Dead end jobs, where you worked all hours and earned very little but had so much fire, so much energy, so much determination to change the world, and everything in it. Make a name for yourself.
Well they certainly did that but for all the wrong reasons. They started with Zoe’s money, but instead of going down a straight and narrow path they took the road into darkness, which meant they must all have been bad apples. No surprise they ended up the way they did. Michael and James dead; Zoe possibly – he didn’t know, yet. Anthony was on his way to certain death, despite what he had brought with him.
He was sitting on the wooden seat in front of Transmech. He knew the company had been there some years but he didn’t know anyone in it.
Anthony stared over at CDC. What used to be CDC. The Lord only knew why the name had been changed to Blockheads but Anthony could guess. That’s what they were.
All of their vehicles were outside, which surprised him. The white Overfinch that he hadn’t seen since the accident – still damaged. A green Evoque accompanied it, Zoe’s Ferrari Diablo, Michael’s Audi TT, and his own BMW. There was also a big white Mercedes van. Anthony knew nothing about that. He’d never seen it before. Whatever the driver – as Zoe had called him, because that’s what he apparently called himself – was up to, he had really done his homework.