Unaware he was being watched Silas stood in the yard hosing his and Danny’s boots down. John drove out from the alley and then across the main road to the car park where he pulled up outside and Clifford, who was already waiting, jumped in.
Bradfield told the mobile surveillance units to keep well back as there would be little traffic on the road. He reckoned the targets would be returning to their home addresses anyway, where the other officers waiting in observation vans would pick them up again. It seemed that Danny Mitcham was still at the café, and as there was no drilling sound Bradfield assumed he was sleeping there. Once John Bentley was well away from the area, and all the lights were out in the café, Bradfield gave the coded signal over the radio that everyone in Ops Three and Four could stand down. He instructed them to meet him in half an hour in the canteen at City Road, the nearest local police station, for a quick debrief. Those watching the suspects’ home addresses were to remain in situ and take it in turns to get some sleep.
Returned to Hackney Station after the debrief, Bradfield and Spencer went to the incident room.
‘At least we know they’re coming back later. They must be close to getting into the vault and when they do we pounce,’ Gibbs said, yawning.
‘I hope so because these all-nighters do my head in.’
Bradfield went over to the board with the array of mug shots and tapped the photograph of David Bentley.
‘I hope we get him as well. Maybe they’ll use him tomorrow. Be nice to bang up all the Bentleys at the same time.’
‘What about Renee their mother?’
‘Arrest her as well if she’s involved,’ he said. Tapping the mug shot of Clifford Bentley he continued, ‘He didn’t wait long, only out the nick a few minutes and gonna be back for the rest of his natural any time soon.’
‘Let’s hope it doesn’t all turn to rat shit,’ Gibbs said, yawning again.
Bradfield glared at him. ‘Why are you being negative again? If everyone does their job properly nothing will go wrong and we’ll catch them red-handed on the plot. That’s what the DCS wants and that’s what he’s gonna get, right?’
‘Right, but I was just playing devil’s advocate because what if they come back and it doesn’t go down for some reason?’
Bradfield lit a cigarette, took a long drag and inhaled deeply.
‘We just wait. Besides, it’s a bank holiday weekend so it gives them an extra day to work. I bet they’re planning to get it done before everything opens again on Tuesday.’
‘Come on, Len, how long can Operation Hawk go on for? I mean, we don’t actually know how close they are to the vault. What if it’s another week? You then run a greater risk of them sussing out a surveillance unit, and if that happens they’ll fuck off out the country, leaving us with egg on our faces. Why not take them out when they go back tomorrow night, while they’re in the tunnel?’
Bradfield inhaled again, letting the smoke drift from his nose.
‘No, I want them with the goods in their greedy little mitts. It’s my career on the line here, Spence, not yours. And if this goes belly up I won’t have one.’
They were interrupted by a deep groggy voice. Kath’s head popped up from behind a desk in the far corner where she had been trying to sleep, using her coat as a makeshift blanket.
‘Good to hear you both sounding so confident. You got a cracking team working for you, guv, and every single one of us are behind you one hundred per cent.’
Gibbs laughed. ‘You’ve only been in the CID two minutes so what do you know about how everyone feels?’
‘The guv’s right, Spence, you are negative. But I’m not. I got you Julie Ann Collins’ killer so I deserve to be at the bank when you open the vault to nick Bentley’s gang. And if you try and move me aside, I swear I won’t go away quietly.’
Gibbs ignored her, and said he was going to see if there was an empty cell so he could try to get a few hours’ kip.
Bradfield smiled at Kath. ‘I like your positive attitude,’ he said as he stubbed out his cigarette.
‘You mind if I say something personal, guv?’
‘When have you ever held back, Kath?’
‘Well, you can go off like a rocket sometimes if anyone gets too personal.’
He cocked his head to one side. ‘Come on, spit it out.’
‘OK, here goes… it’s about Jane Tennison and the stuff in her report about Renee and the fivers she forgot to tell you about. She’s been working long hours, feeling tired and it was a genuine mistake.’
‘We’re all tired, Kath.’ He was starting to sound irritable.
‘Yes I know, but she’s really keen and hates to let anyone down. It’s not bollockings she needs but encouragement. She’s young, eager to learn, and yes, sometimes a bit overenthusiastic… ’
‘Thank you, Kath, point taken. Now if you don’t mind, I’m knackered.’
‘I’m sorry, but I’ve known you for a long time and I know you can be a charmer when you want to be. It’s pretty obvious she’s got the hots for you.’ Kath paused.
Bradfield shrugged and avoided making eye contact with her.
