'We traced a transaction from one of Keith's bank accounts in Trinidad. Keith just purchased half a million dollars worth of US treasury bonds in the name of Erin Moore. We contacted the bank and asked for details. Keith Moore has handed the bonds over to the bank, with instructions to sell them on Erin Moore's eighteenth birthday and pay her the money. Keith has made similar transactions for Junior, April and Ringo. He's also set up a trust fund for his ex-wife. He's paid off the mortgages for the two houses in England and sold the house in Miami for a lot less than it's worth, to raise fast cash.'

'But Keith told me he's planning to stay in Miami until the heat dies down back in England.'

'There's a new owner moving into the Miami house in three weeks,' John said. 'And we can't find any trace of the eleven million dollars he got from the sale.'

'Do you think he's using the money to buy drugs?' James asked.

'I don't think so.'

'What then?'

'How many boats have you seen since you got to Miami?' John asked.

'Millions,' James said. 'They're everywhere.'

'Once he's set up the arrangements to provide for his family, I think Keith is going to sneak out of the house, climb aboard one of those boats and vanish like a puff of smoke.'

'How come?' James said.

'Keith can feel the net closing in. He has informants inside Operation Snort, so he knows we're close to having enough evidence to put him behind bars for a seriously long stretch.'

'Where will he go?' James asked.

'Eleven million bucks will go a long way in South America. My money would be on Brazil. It's easy to disappear in a country with two hundred million people. He can buy a new ident.i.ty off some corrupt government official, maybe even have a spot of plastic surgery to change his appearance.'

'What about his kids and stuff?'

'They'll be set for life financially,' John said. 'Keith will have made double sure that the money set aside for his family can never be traced back to drug dealing.'

'But he'll never be able to see them again.'

'He won't see much of them from inside a jail cell, either,' John said. 'You keep telling me Keith is in a good mood, but that's all front. He's got to make decisions and none of his options are easy.'

'So what are you doing to stop him disappearing?' James asked.

'We have a big problem. We've asked the Americans to put a twenty-four-hour watch on Keith, but they're only prepared to spare us one DEA agent. We've even offered to pay their costs, but they're short-staffed and they've got their own bad guys to catch. We're having more meetings with the Yanks to try and sort out a deal, but for at least the next few days, there's nothing to stop Keith Moore slipping off into the night.'

'Except me,' James said.

'Remember you're undercover,' John said. 'And you're supposed to be a regular kid, so don't interfere. All you can do is call me if you think he's about to leg it.'

James heard someone coming along the corridor and quickly hung up his phone. It was Keith, wearing a hotel gown and carrying the ice bucket from his room. James was in a T-shirt and boxers, so he had nowhere to hide his phone.

'Trouble sleeping?' Keith asked. 'Who are you ringing at this time of night?'

CHERUB training teaches you to always have an excuse ready.

'Zara,' James said. 'It's morning back home and Joshua always wakes her up early.'

'Most mobiles don't work in America,' Keith said. 'You must have a tri-band.'

James' mobile phone had been modified by the intelligence service so it worked on just about any network in the world, but he couldn't tell Keith that.

'I've got no idea,' James said, shrugging. 'I just turned the thing on and it worked. I stepped out here because I didn't want to wake Junior up.'

'You know it's about four quid a minute using your mobile from America?' Keith said.

'Is it?' James gasped, acting like he was really worried. 'Ewart will murder me when he gets the bill.'

Keith filled his ice bucket from the dispenser and put quarters in the Pepsi machine.

'I must have got dehydrated walking about in the sun all day,' he said. 'I woke up with a raging thirst. Do you want one?'

James nodded. 'Yeah, I wouldn't mind.'

Keith fed in more quarters until a second can dropped out of the machine. He handed it to James and they both pulled back the tabs and swallowed a couple of ga.s.sy mouthfuls.

'I'm really grateful you brought me out here on holiday,' James said. 'Ewart and Zara could never afford to take me abroad.'

'That's OK,' Keith said, smiling. 'When Ringo dropped out, it was me who suggested you came instead.'

'Really?' James said. 'Why?'

'You're the only one of Junior's mates I thought I could rely on to look after him if something bad happens,' Keith said.

'Bad like what?' James asked.

'They could arrest me at any time, James. I know Junior likes to think he's the big man, but he's led a pretty sheltered life and I'm a lot happier knowing there's a guy like you with him.'

'You've got George back in Miami,' James said.

'George is good for two things,' Keith laughed. 'Breaking heads and polishing cars. I've known the man since infant school and I love him, but frankly, it's a miracle he can tie his own shoe laces.'

'Who knows?' James said. 'Maybe you'll never get arrested.'

'Life is certainly full of surprises,' Keith said. 'I'll tell you that for nothing.'

He ripped off a monster belch that echoed down the corridor. James giggled and responded with a tiny burp.

'Pathetic,' Keith said. 'Check this out.'

Keith tipped back his head to drain his can, then rolled out the longest, loudest belch James had ever heard. An elderly American was toddling along the corridor. She had giant rectangular sungla.s.ses and the wrinkled face of somebody who'd spent too much of her life in the sun.

'Why don't you mind your d.a.m.n manners?' she said furiously.

'Don't worry, ma'am,' Keith said, giggling as he gently cuffed James around the back of the head. 'I'll make sure the boy doesn't do it again.'

'It wasn't me,' James gasped, struggling to keep a straight face.

The woman shuffled a few more steps and stopped outside her room. As she rummaged through her handbag for the plastic card that unlocked her door, Keith stepped into the corridor and belched again. It wasn't as big as the first two, but it was still loud. James couldn't control himself and started howling with laughter. The woman scowled so hard, he half expected a laser beam to shoot out of her eyes.

'This hotel used to attract decent people,' she shouted. 'Why don't you act your age?'

Her door slammed. James and Keith stood there laughing for about ten minutes. James got it so bad his sides started hurting.

Keith looked at his watch. 'You better get back to bed, it's gone midnight and we're doing another theme park tomorrow.'

James crept back into his room, being careful not to wake up Junior. He took a quick pee before sliding between his sheets. He was tired, but his brain kept churning over as he lay awake, listening to Junior's gentle breathing.

James wondered if Keith really was planning to do a runner. It seemed sad that a guy who'd been showing him the time of his life was facing a choice between twenty years in prison and running off and never seeing his family again. James asked himself what he'd do if he saw Keith making a run for it. Would he grab his mobile the second he realised, or give Keith time to get away?

They left the hotel early next morning and went to Disneyworld, then spent the afternoon cooling off at a water park. It was getting dark by the time they left Orlando for the five-hour drive back to Miami.

James woke up late Thursday morning on his four-poster bed in the Miami house. He was on top of his duvet, wearing the trainers and clothes he'd had on the day before. The last thing he could remember was falling asleep in the back seat of the car. He needed a shower and his mouth tasted like a sewer, but before any of that, he scrambled downstairs to see if Keith was still around.

George, Keith and Junior sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, wearing swimming shorts and watching a daytime talk show.

'Here's sleeping beauty,' Keith said.

Junior started to laugh.

'What?' James asked.

'I pinched your cheek and everything,' Keith said, 'but you didn't bat an eyelid. I had to get George to carry you upstairs and dump you on your bed.'

'All red-faced and tired-out,' Junior giggled. 'You looked like a little angel.'

'I can't remember a thing,' James gasped. 'G.o.d ... That's so embarra.s.sing.'

'It's all those midnight phone calls,' Keith said. 'You're not getting enough sleep.'

James had a mental jolt. He'd missed his nightly call and John Jones might be worried.

'I better go freshen up,' James said.

As soon as he got to his room, he found the overnight bag he'd taken to Orlando and grabbed his mobile. He tried to switch it on, but the battery was dead. He hunted around the room until he found his charger and his American socket adaptor. The phone bleeped to life as soon as it was plugged in.

'Rip Van Winkle,' John Jones said. 'How you feeling?'

'Don't you start,' James said. 'How did you know about that?'

'When it got to one in the morning and I still hadn't heard from you, I got worried. We got a track on your mobile phone signal and realised you were driving back from Orlando. Then your mobile stopped transmitting.'

'It went flat,' James explained. 'I forgot to take my charger with me.'

'Pretty basic operational mistake, James,' John said, tutting. 'But I guess we have to make allowances for the fact you're thirteen years old.'

'I'm glad you make allowances at MI5,' James laughed. 'n.o.body from CHERUB ever does.'

'Anyway, I thought I'd better check you were OK, so I hid in the bushes out back and watched George carry you out of the car. You looked like you were six years old, all bundled up in his big fat arms.'

'I'm never gonna live this down,' James said. 'So, apart from me making an idiot of myself, nothing much happened yesterday. What about your end?'

'The Yanks want to help us watch Keith, but they don't have the manpower. We think we've got enough evidence to convict Keith on tax evasion and money-laundering charges, but that's only worth a two-to five-year sentence. We wanted to wait until we could bust him on drugs charges, but with no twenty-four-hour surveillance and the risk of Keith running off for good, we've decided to move now.'

'Extradition?' James said.

'That's right, James. Bedfordshire police will be contacting the DEA later today, asking them to arrest Keith on money-laundering charges and send him back to Britain. We have to present our evidence to an American judge before they issue an arrest warrant. It'll take a day or so to get the paperwork together and organise the hearing.'

'So you're hoping Keith doesn't leg it in the meantime.'

'Exactly,' John said. 'And one final thing. I got a message from Zara. Dr McAfferty has decided to pull the CHERUB side of this operation whether or not Keith Moore is in jail. Tell Junior and Keith that Ewart's been offered a better job and you're all moving back to London.'

29. NIGHT.

That night James ended up in Junior's room watching a horror film on DVD. James got up to go back to his room when it finished.

'That sofa pulls out,' Junior said. 'You can sleep in here if you want.'

James smiled. 'Scared of being on your own? Think that guy with the b.l.o.o.d.y axe might come bursting through your window?'

'No,' Junior said defensively. 'I just thought we could talk and stuff.'

James fetched his duvet and pillows while Junior pulled out the sofa bed. They switched the light off and lay in the dark talking. If you could have any car in the world, what would it be? What if you could live anywhere you wanted?

'Would you stick your tongue up a dog's a.r.s.e for a million pounds?' Junior asked.

James thought for a couple of seconds. 'Yes.'

Junior started rolling about laughing. 'EUGHH, James. You filthy animal.'

'It's OK for you,' James said, laughing. 'Your dad's loaded already. But a million pounds would change my life. I'd never have to go to work. I could have a decent house and a cool car and stuff.'

'What if you had to do it on TV and everyone knew about it?'

'Doesn't make any difference,' James said. 'A million would set you up for life.'

'OK,' Junior said. 'What's the least amount? Would you do it for ten thousand?'

'No way.'

'What then?'

'I dunno,' James said. 'Half a million, maybe ...'

An arc of light burst into the room and Keith's head appeared in the doorway.