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.'How about it? Just for old time's sake,' she asked mischievously.Jon looked around, seeing other bag-laden shoppers making their way back towards the station.'Here? Now?'She pouted with mock petulance.'You never kiss me in public any more.' She dropped her arms and walked away.They carried on, walking past the top of Canal Street and then along the side of the Malmaison hotel, crossing over London Road at the big set of traffic lights.The station's gently sloping approach road had only been properly completed in the weeks after the Commonwealth Games had finished – an attendant permanently stationed in a little hut at the junction prevented cars from trying to drive up what was now a road reserved for buses and British Transport Police vehicles.They slipped between the bollards placed across it, stepped on to the pavement and made their way up to the main entrance.In the tunnel below the station a tram slid to a halt and Sly stepped out on to the platform.He followed the other passengers up the stairs and then on to the shiny escalator, emerging in the main station area.Looking around, he saw that the interior had been carefully designed to make it hard for beggars to find places to sit.Shame, he thought, thinking about the money he used to make around the old station.Without consciously doing it, he began to scan the people around him, automatically looking for anyone not guarding their bags properly.Jon and Alice were standing at the departures board, trying to work out when the next train to Heaton Chapel was.Finally the display changed.'Ten minutes,' Jon announced.'Great.Listen, I've got to have a wee; the toilets are over in the far corner now, I think.Wait here with the shopping.''Go on then,' said Jon, putting the bag down.Alice followed the curved wall around, reached the toilets and found her way barred by a turnstile.Placing her handbag on the barrier, she rummaged inside for change, but could only find two ten-pence pieces.'Excuse me?' she asked a lady coming out, 'Do you have a twenty-pence piece I could swap for two tens?'Sly saw the fit-looking blonde woman place her bag on the barrier, then turn her back on it as she tried to get change.His reaction was as automatic as that of a spider seeing a fly land on its web.He strode over, one hand darting out and snatching it in an instant.As he went past he moved it round his side, then held it close to his stomach, out of her sight as he sauntered away.Jon was watching the giant screen flashing up the day's headlines.The bulletin came to an end and he glanced down to see a weasel-faced man with wiry ginger hair walking towards him.Just before he looked back up at the screen he half noticed a brown leather bag in the other man's hands.It seemed odd that a man should be carrying a handbag, but his attention was on the trailer for some new series starting on Channel Four.A minute later Alice appeared at his side, visibly upset.'What's up?' He held a hand towards her.She stopped short of his reach and banged a fist angrily against her thigh.'Oh Jon, I'm such a stupid arse.I've just had my bag snatched.I was trying to.'Jon remembered the ginger-haired man.He thought that he'd looked dodgy, but now he realized the bag held against his stomach was Alice's.Without saying a word he spun round and ran back towards the sliding doors at the station's entrance, taking in the number of people around, already knowing the chances of spotting him were slim.There was no sign of him.Looking to his right, he saw a passage leading into a car park – no way of telling which way the man had gone.'Shit!' He strode angrily back into the station.A policeman was standing next to Alice and Jon walked up to them.'No sign of the little shit,' he said.'This, by the way, is my partner,' Alice told the uniformed officer.He gave Jon a cursory nod and turned back to Alice, pen and notepad ready.Jon looked round the station and saw the CCTV cameras positioned all around.Getting out his warrant card, he interrupted the officer.'Where's the control room? I got a glance of this guy – he has to be on film.'Seeing Jon's rank, the officer immediately turned his attention away from Alice.'This way, sir.'They followed him over to an anonymous-looking door marked 'Private' and the officer punched in a code.Once inside they walked down a short corridor into a dark room lit by a stack of TV monitors.A man sat before them sipping a cup of coffee [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.'How about it? Just for old time's sake,' she asked mischievously.Jon looked around, seeing other bag-laden shoppers making their way back towards the station.'Here? Now?'She pouted with mock petulance.'You never kiss me in public any more.' She dropped her arms and walked away.They carried on, walking past the top of Canal Street and then along the side of the Malmaison hotel, crossing over London Road at the big set of traffic lights.The station's gently sloping approach road had only been properly completed in the weeks after the Commonwealth Games had finished – an attendant permanently stationed in a little hut at the junction prevented cars from trying to drive up what was now a road reserved for buses and British Transport Police vehicles.They slipped between the bollards placed across it, stepped on to the pavement and made their way up to the main entrance.In the tunnel below the station a tram slid to a halt and Sly stepped out on to the platform.He followed the other passengers up the stairs and then on to the shiny escalator, emerging in the main station area.Looking around, he saw that the interior had been carefully designed to make it hard for beggars to find places to sit.Shame, he thought, thinking about the money he used to make around the old station.Without consciously doing it, he began to scan the people around him, automatically looking for anyone not guarding their bags properly.Jon and Alice were standing at the departures board, trying to work out when the next train to Heaton Chapel was.Finally the display changed.'Ten minutes,' Jon announced.'Great.Listen, I've got to have a wee; the toilets are over in the far corner now, I think.Wait here with the shopping.''Go on then,' said Jon, putting the bag down.Alice followed the curved wall around, reached the toilets and found her way barred by a turnstile.Placing her handbag on the barrier, she rummaged inside for change, but could only find two ten-pence pieces.'Excuse me?' she asked a lady coming out, 'Do you have a twenty-pence piece I could swap for two tens?'Sly saw the fit-looking blonde woman place her bag on the barrier, then turn her back on it as she tried to get change.His reaction was as automatic as that of a spider seeing a fly land on its web.He strode over, one hand darting out and snatching it in an instant.As he went past he moved it round his side, then held it close to his stomach, out of her sight as he sauntered away.Jon was watching the giant screen flashing up the day's headlines.The bulletin came to an end and he glanced down to see a weasel-faced man with wiry ginger hair walking towards him.Just before he looked back up at the screen he half noticed a brown leather bag in the other man's hands.It seemed odd that a man should be carrying a handbag, but his attention was on the trailer for some new series starting on Channel Four.A minute later Alice appeared at his side, visibly upset.'What's up?' He held a hand towards her.She stopped short of his reach and banged a fist angrily against her thigh.'Oh Jon, I'm such a stupid arse.I've just had my bag snatched.I was trying to.'Jon remembered the ginger-haired man.He thought that he'd looked dodgy, but now he realized the bag held against his stomach was Alice's.Without saying a word he spun round and ran back towards the sliding doors at the station's entrance, taking in the number of people around, already knowing the chances of spotting him were slim.There was no sign of him.Looking to his right, he saw a passage leading into a car park – no way of telling which way the man had gone.'Shit!' He strode angrily back into the station.A policeman was standing next to Alice and Jon walked up to them.'No sign of the little shit,' he said.'This, by the way, is my partner,' Alice told the uniformed officer.He gave Jon a cursory nod and turned back to Alice, pen and notepad ready.Jon looked round the station and saw the CCTV cameras positioned all around.Getting out his warrant card, he interrupted the officer.'Where's the control room? I got a glance of this guy – he has to be on film.'Seeing Jon's rank, the officer immediately turned his attention away from Alice.'This way, sir.'They followed him over to an anonymous-looking door marked 'Private' and the officer punched in a code.Once inside they walked down a short corridor into a dark room lit by a stack of TV monitors.A man sat before them sipping a cup of coffee [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]