Chapter Seven
Birmingham Airport
Thursday lunchtime.
"Where did you get it, Alex? You can tell us"
The confident interrogator leaned forward, looking Alex unswervingly in the eye. Not replying, Alex stared straight back.
"Come on Alex. We know you didn't own it. We just want to know how you got it"
Alex just wore a blank expression, slightly tapping his fingers on the table. Abrupt knocking caught the man off guard, making him jump slightly. The door opened and Mrs Jones walked in, holding a single document.
"Excuse me, you're not allowed in here-"Mrs Jones put up a hand. "Hello Alex. Luke?" Mrs Jones put a hand on the interrogators shoulder. "Can you come outside for a moment?" he nodded, leaving Alex and a guard.
"Do you reckon she can get him out?" Charlie asked, as he and Riley sat on a bench, watching Mrs Jones talk candidly with a man from a distance. "One can only hope" Riley replied. She fiddled unconscientiously with her passport. "Here she comes" Sitting up straighter, Charlie and Riley watched as Mrs Jones walked towards them. "Well, they are going to let him on the flight, but not until morning, when they have proof of Alex's innocence." Charlie nodded. "Will we be staying till then, too?" Riley asked.
"Yes, I think it would be safer. I will go and book you rooms and tickets. Wait here" Watching Mrs Jones walk away, Riley peered down the hallway.
"So, do you reckon we'll get a pent house or something? Riley asked, turning to Charlie. "Who are you kidding? They're spies, not millionaires!" Riley rolled her eyes, watching various travelers walking past.
"So, where are you from?" Charlie asked, drawing Riley's attention away from the crowd. "Paris"
"But you're not French born? I mean, you would have had an accent, right?" Riley nodded. "I moved there when I was 6, with my mother, she is a painter. I was born in Liverpool. But I have been in London for the last year and a half, with training and all. What about you?"
"I'm half Italian and half British. My family moved to England before I was born. My father's side is Italian" Charlie explained, standing up. "Here are your cards, keep them with you at all times. Your plane leaves at 0500. Alex will be up shortly. Good luck"
Mrs Jones handed them tickets and swipe cards, before walking back to the interrogation rooms.
"Lets go" Riley said, as she swung her luggage over one shoulder. "So, do you think he did it? Alex I mean."
"Nah. He doesn't seem the type. Well, I don't think so, anyway. I mean, there would be no point." "So you think someone planted it?" Riley nodded.
Walking into the lift, Riley swiped her card. "Come on Penthouse" She smiled, crossing her fingers. "Just to make sure, you know you're a weird, right?" Charlie laughed.