In a village almost 200 miles away. Coke found what he wanted. "People in villages like this always trust their neighbours. How lucky!" he thought when he saw the
motorbike. It was in a garage at the edge of the village. The garage was not even locked
and there was a leather motorcycle suit on a nail. There were also a pair of gloves and a
helmet. Everyone in the village was asleep. Coke worked silently. He pushed the bike
down the road. When he was far enough away from the village he started the engine. It
roared loudly. He got on the motorbike and raced towards London.