The tarmac around the front passenger side window was littered with cubes of broken glass. There was more glass over the seat and as he pulled open the door, cubes tinkled down onto the ground. The only thing missing was the SatNav, and Nightingale knew that he wasn’t going anywhere without it. He took the rental agreement out of the glove compartment, phoned the car rental company and explained what had happened. A quiet-spoken woman said that the quickest way to resolve his problem would be for him to return the SUV to the airport and pick up a replacement. The traffic was bad and it took the best part of an hour to drive to the airport. When he did eventually reach the rental car office it took only minutes to exchange cars, this time for a white Ford Escape with a new SatNav. The new SatNav had the same ice blond voice and he followed her instructions to the Our Lady Of Spring Bank Monastery. He saw the cruisers in front of the Welcome Center as he drove up the tree-lined road.
