You Will Never Find Me (2015)
“‘No need to work out if you’re being followed—you are. Don’t do anything other than what you’re told to do.’ The train was waiting on the platform with one or two people in each carriage. Rush hour had long gone. Bobkov went to the centre of the train and sat with the briefcase of money between his feet and checked the people in the carriage with him: a commuter in her thirties, trouser suit, dark mac, red scarf. A man in his twenties, laptop bag slung over his shoulder, resting on his thighs, ...buds in, feet tapping to the music, hands playing on the edge of his laptop case. Neither paid any attention to him. A big man got on, sat almost opposite him, heavy dark wool coat, grey trilby, dark-rimmed glasses, grey trousers, scuffed black shoes, gloves, which he occasionally thumped together as if driving the fingers up to the ends. He looked like the man Mercy had described leaving the Mercedes CLS in Cromwell Avenue.
The doors closed, the train pulled away.MoreLess
The doors closed, the train pulled away.MoreLess
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