"You've been most helpful." Stevenson placed his coat more comfortably over his arm. "My company appreciates your co-operation. Good bye."
Stevenson allowed himself a satisfied smile at Trelawney's and Carter's bemused expressions. From the corner of his eye, he just saw the chief inspector shake his head.
Entering the departure area of the heliport,Stevenson searched all the faces. But the people he was looking for, who he'd learnt were calling themselves Nuzzolo, were nowhere around. The helicopter passengers stood in the line at the security checkpoint. Stevenson fanned himself with his ticket. What a piece of luck that the next flight to St. Mary's in the Isles of Scilly wasn't fully booked.
(To be continued)