From a public phone booth some streets away, the detective dialled Jake’s number. He replied at once.
“I want what you found in the wall. You know what I mean. Do you know Weelsby Woods? In Grimsby?”
“Yeah.”
“Right, at the entrance there are two stone lions, you with me?”
“Yeah.”
“Leave the box under one of the lions and you get the woman.”
“When?”
“That’s the interesting bit. At four o’clock in the morning. If you’re a good boy and don’t try any fancy tricks, you’ll have your sweetheart back safe and sound straight after. Understood? There’s no need for the boys in blue – just the box.”
Bentley cut him off, left the booth and drove back to the house.
Jake sat still in front of his wife’s computer, his mind racing. The man didn’t know about the paper scroll or he’d have mentioned
