"Very useful. And staff quarters, I presume."
     "Our staff have a chanel bags outlet cottage a mile or so away. I doubt if we'll see them today."
     "Oh. Shame." Elton lapsed into silence again—having carefully established exactly how many people were on the property.
     Kit wondered if anyone else had noticed that.
     Chapter 37
     THE snowplow was a Mercedes truck with a blade hooked to its front attachment plate. It had "Inverburn Plant Hire" on its side and flashing orange lights on its roof, but to Toni it cheap louis vuitton bags looked like a winged chariot from heaven.
     The blade was angled to push the snow to the side of the road. The plow quickly cleared the drive from the gatehouse to the main entrance of the Kremlin, its blade lifting automatically to clear speed bumps. By the time it stopped at the main entrance, Toni had her coat on, ready to go. It was four hours since the thieves had left—but cheap louis vuitton handbags if they had got stuck in the snow, they could still be caught.
     The plow was followed by three police cars and an ambulance. The ambulance crew came in first. They took Susan out on a stretcher, though she said she could walk. Don refused to go. "If a Scotsman went to hospital every time he got a kick in the head, the doctors could never cope," he said.
     Frank came in cheap louis vuitton handbags wearing a dark suit with a white shirt and a tie. He had even found time to shave, probably in the car. Toni saw the grim expression on his face and realized with dismay that he was spoiling for a fight. No doubt he resented being forced by his superiors to do what Toni wanted. She told herself to be patient and avoid a showdown.
     Toni's mother looked up from petting chanel bags sale the puppy and said, "Hello, Frank! This is a surprise. Are you and Toni getting back together?"
     "Not today," he muttered.
     "Shame."
     Frank was followed by two detectives carrying large briefcases—a crime-scene team, Toni presumed. Frank nodded to Toni and shook hands with Carl Osborne, but spoke to Steve. "You're the guard supervisor?"
     "Aye. Steve Tremlett. You're Frank Hackett, I've met you before."