CASH & CREDIT 22

It was a cold grey morning, and they sat in an unmarked car parked in a world-weary business estate watching the activities surrounding the battered building that housed their quarry. ‘Mailseal’ was the uninspired name of this accommodation agency, and its proprietor, a bespectacled balding man of 58 years, had entered the premises anonymously at 9am. They were already waiting for him.

Alerted by the Post Office that the mail containing cheques, application forms, and bank account bric-a-brac was on its way into the premises that very morning, they had quickly swung into action. It would have been easy for them to delegate such a task to their subordinates, but in the light of the possible importance of the outcome, the Chief and Susan had both unanimously decided to deal with the uncomfortable ‘stake-out’ themselves. That way there was no one else to blame if it went wrong.