She shuddered.
“It beats me where the hell we’re going to plant him.” Duffy began to pace the floor. “He’s got to remain planted and he ain’t going to be found. As soon as they turn him up, then those photos will come into the market. It’s the only way we can beat their game ”
He looked at her. “Go and get dressed,” he said.
She got out of the chair and moved over to the bedroom. “Give me a trunk, if you’ve got one,” he said.
She paused. “There’s one in here,” she said.
He followed her into the bedroom. She pointed to a large wall cupboard and he opened the door. In the corner was a small black cabin trunk. It was covered with labels. There seemed to be every hotel under the sun advertised on its black shiny sides. He looked at it and then he said, “You’ve got about.” She didn’t say anything. He hauled the trunk out and dragged it into the sitting-room.
“You got a sheet of mackintosh that I could wrap him in?” he called.
She came to the door. “Mackintosh?”
“He’s going to mess this trunk without it.”
She went across to another door and disappeared. He could hear her rummaging about, then she came out with a large luggage wrap. “Will this do?”