Chapter Five
Kim Medhurst
“Okay,” Kim said as they finally turned off the main road and into the scruffy-looking east London industrial estate, “keep your eyes peeled now. Anything that doesn’t look right, let me know.”
For a second, she half expected questions on what “doesn’t look right” might involve, then remembered Taylor and Smith had similar backgrounds and training to her, and were just as qualified for this mission—Christ, don’t call it that out loud, Taylor will come in his pants—as she was, possibly more so. She rolled her eyes at herself—she’d hired these guys to help her out, for heaven’s sake. She wouldn’t have done that if they were halfwits. Still, somebody had to take charge or things could get messy, and it might as well be her.
Both men murmured agreement, and Smith
