The Adler section on level three was less full than it had been last night, even though it was earlier in the evening. The Maserati was parked nose out, its rear end against the wall overlooking the street, with a couple of spaces on either side of it. That suited me fine. It meant that if I drove straight in, my sliding door would be exactly where I wanted it – a metre behind his driver’s door. It also meant that the Expert blocked Hesco’s wagon from the CCTV camera. I rested the Nokia on the ledge beneath the speedometer and rev counter and stayed where I was. The cab was high enough off the ground to let me see straight over the white-painted concrete parapet and into the offices across the way. From this distance I couldn’t see faces with the naked eye, so I brought out the binos and focused on each illuminated window in turn, right to left. Most of the late staff seemed to be running around in neat business suits, with the odd jacket across the back of a chair if they were really hanging loose.
