Page 67 of Tell No One
“Tag! You’re it,” Delaney whispered.
Tag didn’t even jump. “I am so good at this game. All those miles without getting caught.”
Delaney chuckled. “When did you spot me?”
“Baker Street.”
“Shit! Okay, come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“To get my car.”
It was in a lock-up garage four hundred metres away. Just as in Margate, there was a coded entrance, but this time the vehicle was a ten-year-old Land Rover with fake plates.
Tag whined. “You’ve got me used to better than this.”
“Shut up and get in.”
Once the garage was locked again and they were on their way out of the suburbs, Delaney felt better.
“By the way, I told the Master that you took six hundred pounds from my pocket.”
“Why did you do that?”
“So I had an incentive to find you and get it back but you better have lost it because otherwise you’d have run.”
“You’re making things very complicated,” Tag whined.
“I’m making the situation realistic. Where’s the food?”
“Want me to feed you?” Tag asked.
“I think I can manage.”
Tag reached behind to get his backpack and pulled it over onto his lap. He unscrewed a bottle of water, put it in the holder in front of Delaney, then unwrapped the pasty and held it out. Delaney drove one-handed as he ate. Tag ate one too. The cheese and onion pasty was still warm and Delaney could have eaten another.
He chuckled when Tag handed him one. “Reading my mind now?”
“One of my superpowers. Where are we going? Ah… Obviously, the mind-reading is an intermittent superpower.”
“Wales.”
“Any particular reason?”
“I have a home there. It’s isolated.”
“So you can kill me and bury my body?”
“Depends on how much you annoy me.”
“Oh shit. I’m doomed. That was the last pasty.”
“Then I’ll have to eat you.”
“Is that a promise?”
Delaney laughed.
