Sepulchre by James Herbert Page B

place,' one of them said as he drew near.
    Halloran nodded. 'No bad thing. How about the Peugeot, Eddy?'
    Clean away. No sign at all.
    Halloran wasn't surprised. 'Response from Base?T
    'As we figured. The car was stolen from Heathrow's shortterm carpark some time last night. As usual the owner had left his exit ticket inside.'
    'Should we inform the Blues?' asked the other man, who had been keeping a wary eye on the road.
    'That's for Snaith to decide, but I don't think our client would want the police involved at this stage. If things get serious, we might have to insist.'
    Both operatives grinned, aware of how much it would take to render a situation 'serious' as far as Halloran was concerned.
    'D'you want us to check the grounds?' enquired Eddy, gesturing towards the gate.
    Halloran shook his head. 'Off-limits for you two. Patrol the roads around here and keep an eye out for that Peugeot. You never know, they might chance their luck again later. I'll keep my RT with me at all times so you can warn me if you spot anything suspicious. From what I've seen so far this place is high-risk, so stay sharp. Be back here by the main gate in three hours so the next team can take over.'
    'Body cover's a bit thin, isn't it?' the second operative remarked, never once allowing his observation of the main road to stray, 'particularly now we're sure the contract's positive.'
    'We've no choice. It's how our target wants it. Maybe Snaith and Mather will convince him otherwise through the insurers, but 'til then, we do it as briefed. I'll be back here for changeover, so we'll compare notes then.'
    He turned away and the two operatives shrugged at each other. Halloran was never forthcoming with finer details, but they trusted his judgement implicitly; if he wanted the operation to proceed in this way, then they wouldn't argue. They climbed back into the Granada and reversed from the drive.
    Once inside, the gate closed behind Halloran with a solid Chunk, leaving him with an absurd feeling that the estate had been sealed permanently. Monk glowered resentfully at him as he passed and he realised there were going to be problems between them. That was unfortunate; if outsiders had to be involved in an operation, Halloran preferred them at least to be dependable. Ignoring the big man, he went to the Mercedes, gunning the engine as soon as he was inside. Monk's leisurely stride became more brisk when he realised he might be left behind.
    'How much of the perimeter does the wall cover?' Halloran asked as the bodyguard lumbered in beside him.
    It was Cora who answered. 'Most of the estate's northerly border. Wire fencing and thick hedgerows protect the other aspects.'
    None of it was adequate, Halloran thought, but he said nothing. Before moving off, he looked past Monk towards the lodge once more, curious to catch a glimpse of whoever watched the gate from there. The windows could have been painted black so darkly opaque were they.
    The car rolled into motion, crunching stones beneath its tyres, gathering moderate speed as it travelled along the winding road through the estate's woodland. The lodge-house shrunk into the distance, then was cut from view by the trees, and it was only at that point that Halloran was able to concentrate on the road ahead without constantly glancing into the rearview mirror.
    He pressed a button and the window on his side slid down; the scent of trees wafted through as he inhaled deeply, relishing the air's sharpness, only then realising how cloying the atmosphere inside the vehicle had become; fear, and excitement, left their own subtle odours, neither one particularly pleasant. The woodland itself was an untidy mix of oak, willow, beech and spruce, no species more dominant than another. Here they canopied the roadway, creating a gloomy tunnel, the air inside cool, almost dank. Ferns stirred on either side, disturbed by the Mercedes' passage.
    A sudden stab of colour ahead startled him. It was instantly gone, the angle of