The man in the black BMW eased himself back in the seat. He’d been promised the call to proceed could come through at any minute. He’d need to pick his moment, there’d be no rushing into it, especially with Chrysler-man hanging around. Whether that was a problem or an advantage he couldn’t tell yet.

He could see the Chrysler near the corner at the intersection of The Esplanade. He’d parked in the next cross street, further behind a row of scraggly banksias. He watched. Through the leaves and the yellow pincushion flowers he could just see the driver’s door and front tyre. He set up his motion-activated video camera on the dashboard and wished he’d brought more than a packet of barbecue chips and a Coke. This might take some time.