[Rich]

I have no idea what this'll be like:

10:34 AM

I drove my car slowly down the street, keeping a safe distance, I couldn't be spotted. I could see the cold blue Rover 75 and it's occupant; Alex Reynolds, turning right at the junction and swiftly overtaking a Royal mail van. I had been tailing Reynolds for about 15 minutes and he hadn't noticed anything. At least he didn't show it.

Three months of work down the drain tracing the "missing link" to the Samson brothers. Two dead colleagues killed in the raid. A lot of sleepless nights to capture one man, the Samson's right-hand man, Eddie Farrel and bring him in.
Only to have Reynolds waltz into the Police station the next morning and shoot him dead.

Reynolds had made it look good too. The location was perfect, everything was perfect.No-one would believe someone not in the force could have got to him. No-matter what we could say no-one would believe us, It had to be an inside job. The Samson's would not be happy.

I was following him. I had been the first to get to the garage. He wasn't too far away, my had Lexus easily caught up with him.
My Radio called out.

"Christopher Andrews..." "Please report"

I swerved to catch up with Reynolds. I saw him turn onto the Bridge leading to Southwark. I'd have no time to call for backup...