Even though I was sure that I had no tail, I manoeuvred the streets using random turns and sudden bursts of speed, keeping my eyes on the mirrors. No cars stayed behind my old Volvo, and no one on the street looked at the car twice. Its exterior was well worn, like most cars in the city, but I kept the guts in shape. The car was unobtrusive until it had to run; then you couldn’t help but notice it — while it was still in view. The bag I had picked up was locked in the roomy trunk, unopened. When I got to the office, I went right to the safe. I put the bag in and pulled out one of the ten prepaid cell phones that were arranged neatly inside. I closed the safe and took the phone over to the desk. The hard wooden chair groaned with my weight, but it held me without collapsing. I powered up the phone and dialled a number I had committed to memory. “Yeah?” “It’s done,” I said, and the line went dead. I knew from experience that I had an hour or two until pick-up — after that I could eat.
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