CHAPTER 100

CHAPTER 100

— It's not what you are thinking...

— I'm not thinking about anything, I'm just going to call the police.

— We are the police — Benjamin showed his functional in vain, which did not change the expression of the butler who continued to type his cell phone.

— Is it the police? Yes... I want to report a murder in Mr. Adam Stillton's mansion... of course... I'll be waiting.

When the butler looked back into the hall, the two were already gone.

BENJAMIN CHOOSE ONE of the eight luxury cars that were parked in the Spencer House "hangar". As time was too short to appreciate Adam Stillton's nice collection, he decided to stick with the fastest... a white Bentley Continental, with a black canvas convertible top, 4.0 traction, V8 engine, turbo and with full tank. Greg thought it was a curse of fate to have such a machine at the disposal of such an old man. In any case, he knew it would attract more attention if they took the official car.

— We fell like two ducklings into the pond.

Greg tried to think of something, however, he admitted that they were much smarter than one could imagine, Ben turned his tablet on the dashboard to see the news and the BBC duty stamped the photo of the two, as the causes of the death of Adam Stillton.

— It's not possible, it hasn't even been five minutes since we left there.

— It was all set up, Ben.

— We have to get rid of that car too.

— I know… it's just to buy time, until they know which car we're driving, we'll have some advantage.

— Are you sure we're having some advantage?

Ben nodded when he realized his cell phone was getting a call from his wife.

— Hello dear... of course... no need to worry... no... it's okay... I love you too.—

— Worried wife?

— Nothing she hasn't been through before.

Ben looked in the rearview mirror and saw two cruisers behind them.

— I think they've already found us.

— Then it's time to show that you're a real 007-style agent and outwit them...

— I think I've got an idea, we just have to hope they haven't closed the secret passage...

— What passage?

— The same one we used to get Paul Leaks out of the Prime Minister's car the night the Colombian embassy blew up.

— So it was you...

He nodded.

— I know this isn't a good time for revelations, but I'm one of Cicada's four Zoas.

Greg smirked and replied the last thing Morant would have thought:

— I know… that's why I saved your life, it was my best bet to get Albion.