Instead, she went to Waterloo Station and caught the first train she could get to Godalming in Surrey. It was a slow train and she had to change at Woking, but by the early evening she was in a taxi heading south-east into the gentle hills and open farmland of the Surrey countryside. She paid off the taxi and walked the last couple of kilometres. She had done this before many times over the past two months. At a point under a low ridge, she left the road and crossed a field, climbing to a spot at the other side where she could follow the line of a hedge into the trees at the back of Sniper’s house. The light was beginning to fail, but the evening was warm. The big house looked peaceful. She did a circuit of it, keeping well away. One of Sniper’s Mercedes was missing. So was the big black all-terrain vehicle his guards liked to travel in. That was good. There might only be a couple of guards in the house. Sniper liked lots of them with him when he travelled. She had bought herself a sandwich, a chocolate bar and some bottled water from a kiosk in Waterloo and settled now to her evening meal as she waited for night to fall.
