May Day -- Part Twenty-eight.

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“So this is your great plan?”

“Glad you approve.” Bodie turned off the engine.

“We walk into Cowley’s office and he what, confesses?”

“You’re still assuming he has something to confess.”

Bodie climbed out of the car. After a moment’s hesitation, Doyle followed suit.

They started walking toward the building. Suddenly, Bodie grabbed Doyle and dragged him down behind a nearby car.

“Holding my hand in the car is one—”

“Shhh!” Bodie pointed toward the left end of the car they were hiding behind, motioning to keep low to the ground. Doyle pointed to his gun, but Bodie shook his head. They both edged forward slowly.

Peering around the end of the car, Doyle was startled to see Charles Foley sat behind the steering wheel of a Silver Cloud Rolls Royce. As he watched, Foley turned to say something to the man sat in the back seat, currently obscured by an open copy of The Times. The paper lowered to reveal none other than Maurice Seaton.

“What are they doing here?” Bodie whispered into Doyle’s left ear, leaning into his shoulder.

“Dunno.”

“Let’s ask them shall—” Bodie was cut off mid-sentence as Doyle stopped him from rising to his feet.

“Look!”

Murphy walked up to the Rolls Royce with a large envelope under his arm. He got in to the back seat, next to Seaton.

Foley slowly drove away.



“So, what do we do now?” Bodie asked.

Tom White stepped out in front of them. “Well, Cowley wants to know why you’re not following them.”

White handed an RT to Doyle.