doors onto Bishopsgate and through the traffic spots a Costa Coffee across the street. Binning the manila envelope, he heads over.
The Coffee Shop is mobbed, noisy and bustling. City suits and office types waffle away into Blackberry’s waiting to be served. John perches on a stool at a small counter running the length of the long window, giving him a clear line of sight across Bishopsgate to Miroslav’s office building. He can see pedestrians and vehicles come and go from the perfect trigger location.
Three coffees later and John is still focused on the office entrance. He can see no other entrances or exits, and no car parks associated with the office, just a small pull-in at the front of the building.
Time was getting on but if Miroslav puts in an appearance, here at his office was the best possible chance of a sighting and picking him up. John bet he wasn’t the type of guy to walk anywhere unless he had to. Besides, so far this was the only known location he had for him.
As he pondered another coffee and a visit to the gents, an event of interest catches his eye. There’s movement outside the office and it doesn’t look right.
A smart silver Mercedes S Class glides into the pull-in at the entrance, behind it is a metallic blue X5 BMW 4x4. The X5 is three up. John notices that the vehicles are associated, and although there are three people in the X5, only one gets out. The single figure wears a loose suit, is athletic looking and is moody with a crew cut. He stays by the vehicles. John takes note of his body language, its obvious he’s guarding the vehicles. The crew cut is aware, he’s eye’s about.
More movement; this time at the office entrance. A tall older man with jet black hair appears from the revolving doors, with him is a blonde woman; the blonde doesn’t look too happy and she lags behind, hair hanging over her face.
Half a pace behind them is another crew cut in a suit. The second crew cut watches the area around the older man, protecting him. The scene is unusual, it doesn’t fit. The second crew cut is definitely a BG. John carefully watches the bodyguard’s movements.
Passers by don’t notice anything out of the ordinary, but John does, he knows close protection drills when he see’s them. The older man with the black hair is obviously the principle, the blonde seems important too; the crew cuts and vehicles are there for them.
John zooms in across the street with his iPhone and video’s the sighting. The vehicles, the principles and also the crew cuts.
He watches through the phones camera as the first crew cut opens the pavement side rear door on the Mercedes for the approaching principle, he then re-joins the X5, which acts as the Merc’s backing vehicle. As the blonde gets in, a gust of wind blows her hair away from her face exposing purple bruising around her eye, no wonder she looks pissed off.
The vehicles prepare to leave; the backing vehicle pulls out first blocking the passing traffic allowing the Merc a clear path out, classic CP drills. John half smiles to himself. Bingo. He close down his phone and heads out the coffee shop back towards Liverpool Street Station and the tube.
Back at the flat, Paula carefully studies the imagery he’s downloaded. “Yeah, that’s them, fucking immigrants.”
Using a pen John points out figures on a laptop screen. “This guy here, is that Miroslav? He’s obviously the important one in the group, look how the others move around him.”
“Yeah that’s the bastard, and that’s Senka with him.”
“And she’s the one that came to see you?”
“Yeah, I wonder what her story is.”
Well, from the amount of makeup over that black eye she’s got, it doesn’t look a happy one.”
Paula crosses the front room searching for her Lambert and Butler’s as John closes the laptop down. She opens a window and sparks up with a plastic lighter. “But no sign of Emma?”
“Sis, she’s a kidnap victim, its not like they’re going to
The Coffee Shop is mobbed, noisy and bustling. City suits and office types waffle away into Blackberry’s waiting to be served. John perches on a stool at a small counter running the length of the long window, giving him a clear line of sight across Bishopsgate to Miroslav’s office building. He can see pedestrians and vehicles come and go from the perfect trigger location.
Three coffees later and John is still focused on the office entrance. He can see no other entrances or exits, and no car parks associated with the office, just a small pull-in at the front of the building.
Time was getting on but if Miroslav puts in an appearance, here at his office was the best possible chance of a sighting and picking him up. John bet he wasn’t the type of guy to walk anywhere unless he had to. Besides, so far this was the only known location he had for him.
As he pondered another coffee and a visit to the gents, an event of interest catches his eye. There’s movement outside the office and it doesn’t look right.
A smart silver Mercedes S Class glides into the pull-in at the entrance, behind it is a metallic blue X5 BMW 4x4. The X5 is three up. John notices that the vehicles are associated, and although there are three people in the X5, only one gets out. The single figure wears a loose suit, is athletic looking and is moody with a crew cut. He stays by the vehicles. John takes note of his body language, its obvious he’s guarding the vehicles. The crew cut is aware, he’s eye’s about.
More movement; this time at the office entrance. A tall older man with jet black hair appears from the revolving doors, with him is a blonde woman; the blonde doesn’t look too happy and she lags behind, hair hanging over her face.
Half a pace behind them is another crew cut in a suit. The second crew cut watches the area around the older man, protecting him. The scene is unusual, it doesn’t fit. The second crew cut is definitely a BG. John carefully watches the bodyguard’s movements.
Passers by don’t notice anything out of the ordinary, but John does, he knows close protection drills when he see’s them. The older man with the black hair is obviously the principle, the blonde seems important too; the crew cuts and vehicles are there for them.
John zooms in across the street with his iPhone and video’s the sighting. The vehicles, the principles and also the crew cuts.
He watches through the phones camera as the first crew cut opens the pavement side rear door on the Mercedes for the approaching principle, he then re-joins the X5, which acts as the Merc’s backing vehicle. As the blonde gets in, a gust of wind blows her hair away from her face exposing purple bruising around her eye, no wonder she looks pissed off.
The vehicles prepare to leave; the backing vehicle pulls out first blocking the passing traffic allowing the Merc a clear path out, classic CP drills. John half smiles to himself. Bingo. He close down his phone and heads out the coffee shop back towards Liverpool Street Station and the tube.
Back at the flat, Paula carefully studies the imagery he’s downloaded. “Yeah, that’s them, fucking immigrants.”
Using a pen John points out figures on a laptop screen. “This guy here, is that Miroslav? He’s obviously the important one in the group, look how the others move around him.”
“Yeah that’s the bastard, and that’s Senka with him.”
“And she’s the one that came to see you?”
“Yeah, I wonder what her story is.”
Well, from the amount of makeup over that black eye she’s got, it doesn’t look a happy one.”
Paula crosses the front room searching for her Lambert and Butler’s as John closes the laptop down. She opens a window and sparks up with a plastic lighter. “But no sign of Emma?”
“Sis, she’s a kidnap victim, its not like they’re going to
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