Jessica barged into the ticket barrier, which failed to open as she swiped her Oyster card. Great. It was malfunctioning. She’d topped up her card with thirty pounds shortly before the job at the Shard and had been placed under house arrest by Mattie for the last five days, so she obviously had more than enough cash in her account for a return fare to Pimlico. Pressing her card against the sensor, she rolled her eyes with frustration as the message flashed up again. The barrier remained firmly shut. Typical. This wasn’t a good day to be running late. She was supposed to be at MI6 HQ in forty-five minutes for a debriefing. An MI6 agent had already visited her at home and taken a detailed statement about the Shard job. No doubt he was cross-checking to see if it tallied with the other models’ versions of events. Nathan had relayed the message that she had nothing to worry about; that the case had been passed to another department and there were a few minor details to run over.
