When they arrived back in London K drove around for a while, just to make sure that Daniel had no idea of the route they'd taken and to kill the little spare time he had. It was just after three when K pulled up at some disused lock up garages not far from the boy's home. There was a wooden plank fence round the block of garages, they were due to be pulled down for construction soon. The lockups were all broken into and generally used for tipping and by druggies. Large parts of the fence had planks torn away.
K knew that leaving Daniel here in broad daylight was a risk but there was no one around and he could lift the box out of the van easily enough. He backed up to the fence, climbed into the back and opened the back door of the van. He Jumped down and dragged the box toward him then lifted it. He checked around.
"Count to two hundred then rip the box open. You will know where you are. Two hundred not before - you understand."
"Yeah," came the muffled voice. K dumped the box on the ground just inside the broken fence.
"OK start counting," He said.
K slammed the van back door and hopped through into the driver's seat. Hurrying away so as not to be seen he checked his mirrors and all around. He was quite sure no one had seen him. It had only taken a minute.
K drove less than five minutes to a nearby street and parked up. He had work to do and now he had to put Daniel from his mind. His schedule was tight but manageable. He had about ten minutes to spare. He was glad there had been no traffic problems, but even if there had been there was always a plan B. K was happy this time he didn't need it.