With dogged determination, and keeping his ear to the ground, he had found out where Joe was. As always, the place was lit up inside and out. There were ambulances arriving and departing; people rushing to and fro; some carrying stretchered casualties; and others waiting anxiously as their loved ones were rushed into the emergency ward. On the far side of the front entrance two women in nurse’s uniform stood chatting and smoking, and stamping their feet on the ground as the late night cold air enveloped them. ‘Bide your time, Frank,’ he murmured, being careful to keep a low profile. ‘You don’t want to be charging in there like a bull at a gate. You need to be calm and quiet…wait for the right time, and the job will be a good one.’ He smiled at the thought of dealing Joe a hammer blow, without physically lifting a finger. He constantly took a mental note of the exterior layout as he went. During his time on the run, Frank had learned the many wiles and tricks of a convict.
