Out of the dark a launch approaches, navigation lights aglow. On the dimly lit wharf a group of young men and women in jeans, leather jackets, short skirts step forward. A solidly built man gripping an aluminium briefcase ﬂashes a torch.
‘Mark Pope?’ a voice calls from the water.
The launch comes alongside, ropes are thrown over bollards and it creaks gently against the pylons.
Other torches ﬂick on, illuminating the rear deck.
‘Watch your step.’Continue Reading