e-range example for Kelly, but the very least I could do
was be dependable. Maybe, just  maybe, the one thing that Sarah had given me
by sparing my life was the chance to do the right thing.
     Moving swiftly away from the RV point, I jumped  a fence that secured a
communal garden.
     Crouching  in  the shadows, I  pulled the  Leatherman from  my  pocket,
opened the knife blade, and cut away at the plastic encircling my ankle.
     The  pliers  made  short work  of  the  half-inch steel band  that  ran
beneath.
     I knew  that  the  instant the circuit was  broken  the alarm would  be
raised. Even  as the tag was being binned  in the  bushes,  the standby team
would be running for their  cars,  getting  briefed via their  body  com  ms
(personal radios).
     Jumping back over the fence, I  headed toward Victoria at a controlled,
fast pace. Fuck 'em. What were they going to do? Well, quite  a bit, but I'd
worry about that when  it happened. It wasn't  as if I  was doing an out and
out runner. I'd be back in the  flat on Sunday,  talking to the morons about
Afghanistan.  The only difference  would  be  that I'd have acquired two new
friends with necks  as big as the Serb's, assigned to guard me 24/7, just in
case I was overcome again by the desire to take a weekend off.
     There were  sirens behind me now on the other side  of the estate. They
must be flapping big time to call in the police.
     As I neared the station I just hoped the investigating team had kids of
their own, and would understand when I  explained to them on Sunday that all
I wanted to do was take my child to the Bloody Tower for a day out.
     After all, I'd made her a promise. A normal person's promise.