CHAPTER 19
THE MAN BEHIND the wheel swivelled his head to look at us, his face a picture of astonishment under his peaked black cap.
“Not a word, Tony,” my captor instructed.
The driver turned his eyes back to the road, and soon we were gliding smoothly through the streets of London.
“Er, I’d better give you your wallet back,” I said, rummaging in my pocket and pulling it out.
“Give me the cards, but you can keep the cash. After the amount of effort you put in tonight, you’ve earned it.”
Was he serious? I thumbed through it. There must have been a thousand pounds in there, all in crisp twenty-pound notes. I quickly flipped the wallet shut and handed it back.
“Nah, it wouldn’t feel right. I’m sorry I took it.” And surprisingly, I found I truly was.
“Sorry you took it, or sorry you g
