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had worn off. No one in
the inn was gawping, stalking or ogling anymore and Adam had
reverted back to his old care free, chilled out self.

    The next
morning Adam was pretty much worn out by Madeline’s insatiable
appetite for rumpy pumpy and required a large full English
breakfast to aid recovery. She decided to stay in the room where
there was a handy thirteen amp socket whilst Adam gorged on his
bacon, eggs, tomato, beans, sausage and hash browns. Sometimes
passionate sex is good to get the brain motivated. She checked that
the green light was on her little jamming device and then rubbed
her thumb and forefinger together in a particular way. She typed in
Hogarth hospital and then residents of Ward 8, there it was, the
list of names she had glanced at on Gogli’s computer screen. Top of
the list was Aaron Alexander, the one who was responsible for
poaching her like an egg in a saucepan. Now it was a simple matter
of cross matching this list with the employees at Capesdown Hall
and possibly finding a mole. She accepted that this was a long
shot, perhaps the insider wasn’t a resident of Wardate - perhaps
there wasn’t an insider at all. Thankfully, Nuttall’s team had
repaired her big toe, she hinged open the end of it and inserted a
memory stick.
     
    The jamming
device was turning out to be essential and more on than off. Apart
from hiding data bases from prying eyes it had other uses.
Naturally it was on whilst they were making love, whilst she was
naked, whilst Adam was naked and when she had something for Adam’s
ears only. Now she needed it off, she had to speak to Nuttall.
    ‘Nuttall, can
you hear me? I sending Adam to Capesdown, he has something I want
you to check out.’
    Several seconds
passed before Nuttall replied.
    ‘Shall I send
the helicopter?’
    ‘Why not, then
I can use his car!’
     
    Finally
Madeline was back in the Volvo. She simply loved Adam’s car. Many
things, good and bad had happened on the soft leather seats. It was
sort of home from home; it had character but above all it was
dependable. She needed to visit someone – the cleverest person she
knew, cleverer than all the P.A.I.D. scientists put together (the
scientists who built Madeline Bull). His address was top secret so
it was easy to find on a top secret data base.
     
    Adam had never
been in a helicopter before. He couldn’t entirely absorb the moment
because he had a serious job to do. He knew the information
contained on the memory stick he carried, was highly confidential.
Only Nuttall was to see the contents and even then, only viewed in
his ‘V’ room. He was well aware that helping his girlfriend was
nearly always hazardous and there was always a possibility that he
would end up with one, possibly two bullets somewhere in his body.
Within a couple of minutes, the sleek black Eurocopter was
descending onto the compact helipad at Capesdown Hall. No cock-ups
this time, he had to get this right. As usual, Pike met him on the
helipad.
    ‘I need to see
Nuttall urgently,’ yelled Adam over the noise of the engine, hair
whipping about in the wake of the rotors.
    Perhaps he
shouldn’t have been so outspoken, perhaps he shouldn’t have drawn
as much attention to himself and perhaps he shouldn’t have been
wearing the dark sunglasses – it was raining. Pike delegated
one of the staff to take him to Nuttall. He soon found himself in a
small room in an isolated wing of Capesdown Hall behind a heavy
sound proofed unlocked door.
    ‘Why… does this
always happen to me!’ screamed Adam.

Chapter 14: A
drive to Digg
     
    It was a long
drive but Madeline didn’t mind at all. The scenery was digitally
stunning, the Volvo purred along and the radio played Radio 2
softly. She had never heard of Digg but it was on a Scottish island
that she had heard of – The Isle of Sky and that’s where she was
heading. It was in this extremely isolated place that Sam Johnson,
a brand new name provided by the government protection scheme,