The next morning we were just about to leave the house for the office when Adrian called me on my mobile. Startled, I said, “get off this line immediately and meet me where we used to go fishing I said. Can you do that in 30 minutes?”
“Yes,” said Adrian hesitantly, and I hung up.
Once outside I turned to Jason and said. “Since that session with Naismith yesterday I have become convinced that there is something serious going on so I want to take all precautions including assuming that the house is bugged and that my ‘‘‘phone s are bugged. I am sure we will be followed this morning from the house here to the office. How can I lose the tail, got any ideas?”
“Its not my role to let you go off on your own but I am sure we will be followed. I could take your Range Rover and let them follow me, while you sneak off over the back fence.” Where did you used to go fishing by the way?”
“Over the back fence, at a small stream about a mile away,” I said laughing. With that we parted company.
Twenty minutes later I was looking down in to Combe Dell at the stream where Adrian and I had fished when he was a young kid and I was a teenager. I stood behind the trees staring down. There didn't seem to be any one around and then my old MG sports appeare d in the lane below by the stream and pulling to a stop, Adrian got out.
“Glad to see you have not wrecked it,” I said emerging from the woods.
“What was that about?” said Adrian.
“I think our ‘ phone s etc. might be bugged.” I then went on to tell him about the events of the last few days. “So you see, I am guessing, but I am pretty confident that the real agenda of Naismith and his pals is you.”
“I really have landed you with my problems, haven't I, what do we do now?”
“I'm not really sure. Are you sti ll staying with the girl friend? ”
“Yes, but maybe I shouldn't, I may be putting her at risk.”
“Well I think we need to get away from here. They could be tracking your mobile. Take it apart now and get it offline.”
We then got in to my car and drove off with Adrian at the wheel.
A few miles away Jason had just joined the slip road to the motorway when a red Ford roared past him and screeched to a halt across his bows. The driver’s door and front passenger doors opened and out got two serious looking guys. The one from the passenger side was a huge barrel chested individual with arms like a gorillas hanging to his sides.
“Get out of the car,” yelled the driver, a thin faced balding guy. “Where is Lever?”
“He's not here, ” said Jason as he got out of the car.
“I can see that, smartass,” said the driver. “I said where is he?”
“I don't know. It's true, I don't,” said Jason as the Gorilla advanced towards him. “Keep away from me,” yelled Jason.
The driver laughed and the Gorilla continued to advance. Suddenly the Gorilla lunged out with a right arm punch. Jason dodged it and the Gorilla lost a bit of balance with Jason moving away. The Gorilla advanced again and lunged, but instead of dodging, Jason ducked, got under the arm and grabbing it pulled down hard against the joint. There was a crack and a scream of pain from the Gorilla who collapsed sideways against the car.
Jason then advanced on the driver who was reaching inside his jacket, but Jason got there first and a chop across the side of the neck laid him out. Taking the gun that the driver had been reaching for he turned to the Gorilla, “when he wakes up you had better take your mate home. Keep out of my way!” and with that he pushed the Gorilla away from the car, got in and drove on up the motorway ramp.