His instructions were clear and Simon Lightbourne followed them to the letter. “You think you ain’t being tailed? Behave like you are.” Marcia Fells had told him the morning of Hudson’s accident. “Essential phone calls only and keep them short.”
At last her call came. It was time to move and to get their hands on the treasure. After leaving home through the back door Lightbourne strode away. As agreed, he was wearing a Leicester Tigers rugby top and blue jeans. He jumped on the first bus that came along, getting off after five stops, then changed buses twice to the high street. Strange—he found, he enjoyed playing the fugitive, even if he was convinced no one was following him.
In the town centre he went to the coach park and lingered over a cup of tea until the coach for Abingdon arrive
