Another Last Line

Yet one more for my last lines series. This time it's Solo by Jack Higgins. I posted the first line just a few days ago, so that should say a lot about my reading speed or the length of the novel (in this case choose the latter).

When he reached the top of the stairs leading down to the main foyer, there was no sign of her. He went down them two at a time and straight out through the glass doors. Behind him, orchestra and chorus and the entire audience broke into the glorious strains of ‘Jerusalem.’ 

It was raining hard, the road jammed with traffic. As he went down the steps, Ferguson came to meet him, holding an umbrella over his head. 

‘Congratulations, Asa.’ 

‘What you wanted, wasn't it? I knew that from the beginning. We both did. Just the same old bloody game, like always.’ 

‘Neatly put.’ Morgan gazed around him widly. 

‘Where is she?’ 

‘Over there.’ Ferguson nodded across the road. ‘I'd hurry, if I were you, Asa. 

But Morgan, darting between the traffic through heavy rain, was too late for as he reached the other side, she had already moved past the Albert Memorial and disappeared into the darkness of the park.

Higgins, Jack - Solo

Again, I'm not too sure I should continue this series, I'm just not seeing too much insight into humanity, writing or the world through author's messages in the last lines. But, that being said, and maybe I'm jaded because I felt so much like I was reading a James Bond novel as I read this work, but this last line probably does more to argue against dissolving this series than any of the others that have come before it.