He was concerned at the risk he was taking, but intrigued too. He missed the danger of his old, long-ago life in the army, and the possibility of some kind of action – in whatever form it took – was a welcome prospect after months of painting walls and brooding. He’d kept his eye out driving past the Horton house in case there’d been anyone else hanging about watching the place, but hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary, so had parked under a tree next to an imposing Edwardian property further down the road. Wedged behind the driver’s seat was his overnight bag. As well as clothes, it contained among other things a prosthetic make-up kit, lock picks, a knife and a number of miniature tracking devices – tools of a past trade that until tonight he didn’t think anyone else knew about. Now he wasn’t so sure. In his rear-view mirror, he could see a dark figure – medium height, slight to medium build – jogging purposefully in his direction. Tim Horton stopped by the window, saw Scope, and got inside the car, the fear etched hard into his otherwise boyish features.
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