A Prisoner Of Birth - By Jeffrey Archer Page 0,175
had risen.
"She didn't leave the house for over an hour," said Payne, and when she came out, she was carrying a large suitcase."
"Where did she go?" asked Craig.
"She was driven to her office at Mason Street in the City."
"And did she take the suitcase with her?"
"No, she left it in the boot of the car."
"So she intends to stay at The Boltons for at least another night."
"Looks that way. Or do you think they're planning to skip the country?" asked Payne.
"They're unlikely to consider doing that until after his final meeting with his probation officer on Thursday morning, when he will have completed his license."
"Which means we've only got another three days to gather all the evidence we need," said Payne.
"So what's he been up to this afternoon?"
"He left the university at four, and was driven back to The Boltons. He went into the house, but the driver left again straight away. I followed him in case he was picking up the girl."
"And was he?"
"Yes. He collected her from work and drove her back to the house."
"And the suitcase?"
"He carried it inside."
"Perhaps she thinks it's safe for her to move in now. Did he go for a run?"
"If he did," said Payne, "it must have been while I was following the girl."
"Don't bother with her tomorrow," said Craig. "From now on concentrate on Cartwright, because if we're going to flush him out, only one thing matters."
"The photograph," said Payne. "But what if he doesn't go for a run in the morning?"
"All the more reason to ignore the girl and stick with him," said Craig. "Meanwhile, I'll bring Larry up to date."
"Is he doing anything to earn his keep?"
"Not a lot," said Craig. "But we can't afford to antagonize him while he's still living with his sister."
***
Craig was shaving when the phone rang. He cursed.
"They left the house together again."
"So he didn't go for a run this morning?"
"Not unless it was before five A.M. I'll call again if there's any change in his routine."
Craig flicked the phone closed and continued to shave. He cut himself. He cursed again.
He needed to be in court by ten o'clock, when the judge would pass sentence on his aggravated burglary case. His client would probably end up with a two-year sentence, despite the fact that he had asked for twenty-three other offenses to be taken into consideration.
Craig dabbed on some aftershave as he thought about the charges Cartwright would end up facing: escaping from Belmarsh while impersonating another prisoner, theft of a stamp collection worth over fifty million dollars, falsifying checks on two bank accounts, with at least twenty-three other offenses to be taken into consideration. Once the judge had considered that lot, Cartwright wouldn't be seeing the light of day until he was eligible for his old-age pension. Craig suspected that the girl would also end up facing a long spell behind bars for aiding and abetting a criminal. And once they found out exactly what Cartwright had been up to since escaping from prison, no one would be talking about offering him a pardon. Craig was even beginning to feel confident that the Lord Chancellor would be calling him back again and this time he would be offered a dry sherry, while the two of them discussed the decline of English cricket.
***
"Wur bein followed," said Big Al.
"What makes you think that?" asked Danny.
"I spotted a car following us yisterday. Now it's there again."
"Take a left at the next junction and see if he stays with us."
Big Al nodded, and without indicating, suddenly swung left.
"Is he still following us?" asked Danny.
"Naw, he drove straight on," said Big Al, checking his rearview mirror.
"What type of car was it?"
"A dark blue Ford Mondeo."
"How many of those do you imagine there are in London?" asked Danny.
Big Al grunted. "He wis following us," he repeated as he turned into The Boltons.
"I'm going for a run," said Danny. "I'll let you know if I see anyone following me."
Big Al didn't laugh.
***
"Cartwright's chauffeur spotted me," said Payne, "so I had no choice but to drive on and keep out of sight for the rest of the day. I'm on my way to the hire company to exchange the car for a different model. I'll be back on duty first thing tomorrow morning. But I'm going to have to be more careful in future because Cartwright's driver is good. My bet is that he's ex-police or army, which means I'll need to change my car every day."