It was from Wainwright, telling him that the plane would be touching down at 9.15. Nightingale yawned. He’d stayed late at Gosling Manor and hadn’t got back to his flat until the early hours. He rolled out of bed, shaved and showered and pulled on a white shirt, a blue tie and a dark blue suit before heading down to his MGB.He arrived at the private aviation terminal at Stansted just after nine and he was parking the car when Joshua Wainwright’s sleek Gulfstream jet swept down on to the runway like a bird of prey. Nightingale stood by the side of his MGB and smoked a cigarette as the jet turned off the runway and taxied over to the terminal.As the door opened and the stairs folded out of the plane, Nightingale ground what was left of his cigarette into the Tarmac before pulling open the boot and taking out a Tesco carrier bag containing the four books from the basement of Gosling Manor. He walked over to the plane just as a pretty blonde stewardess in a tight black skirt and crisp white shirt came down the stairs.
