Pushing the envelope

Shortly after 10AM, Amy got up, picked up a manila envelope which she put in her handbag, strode out of the office and walked to the nearby London Overground railway station. She was heading north towards Islington.

Discreetly away from her, a man climbed aboard the train. He was on his mobile continuously, reporting Amy’s movements to two men in an unmarked police car. They were on the move and needed constant updates. Keeping up wasn’t easy.

Highbury and Islington was her stop.

She strode down Upper Street and stopped at a boutique, where she tried on a few dresses.