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PROLOGUE

He was hungry. Hands deep in the pockets of his black bomber jacket, the young man hunched his shoulders against the chill wind and looked around for a café, but it was too early in the morning and nothing was open.

The narrow winding street of the Edinburgh suburb was clogged with slow-moving traffic; he envied the drivers who had spent the night in warm beds, had eaten breakfasts and were now on their way to work. Then he brightened as he saw a familiar face and he darted between cars to cross the street. It was the perfect answer, he wouldn’t need to go right across town now. Instead he could head for home, shave and eat, before going to work.

Thirty yards back, a silver BMW had pulled into the kerb and the occupants, hidden from view by smoked glass windows, watched the young man’s progress. They noted who he spoke to and then the man in the back seat issued precise orders in a flat tone.

‘Pick him up and get the other car to follow that one.’

The young man in the bomber jacket, cheerful now, was not to eat breakfast that day, nor any other day.