This will be the number

She pressed buttons and discovered the last number Nigel had dialed. It looked like a mobile number, and it was timed at 11:45 p.m. yesterday. "Kit," she said. "Did Nigel call the customer just before midnight?" "His pilot." She turned to Frank. "This will be the number. I think we should call it." "Okay." She pressed "Send," and handed the mobile to the local police detective. He put it to his ear. After a few moments, he said, "Yeah, this is me, where are you?" He spoke with a London accent similar to Nigel's, which was why Frank had brought him along. "That close?" he said, looking through the window up at the sky. "We can't see you—" As he spoke, a helicopter came down through the clouds. Toni tensed. The police officer hung up. Toni took out her own mobile and called Odette, who was now in the operations room at Scotland Yard. "Customer in sight." Odette could not repress the excitement in her voice. "Give me the tail number." "Just a minute ..." Toni peered at the helicopter until she could make out the registration mark, then read the letters and numbers to Odette. Odette read them back then hung up. The helicopter descended. Its rotors blew the snow on the ground into a storm. It landed a hundred yards from the control tower. Frank looked at Kit and nodded. "Off you go." Kit hesitated. Toni said, "Just do everything as planned. Say, 'We had some problems with the weather, but everything worked out okay in the end.' You'll be fine." Kit went down the stairs, carrying the briefcase. Toni had no idea whether he would perform as instructed. He had been up for more than twenty-four hours, he had been in a car crash, and he was emotionally wrecked. He might do anything.