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Chapters (68)
  1. Title Page
  2. Prologue
  3. March 1966
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. April 1966
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Historical Note
  67. Acknowledgements
  68. About the Author

The man gestured at the wall at the far end of the arch and Anna moved further into the room to where she’d have a clear line of sight. She held the weapon up to her eye, picked a spot on the wall through the scope, and gently squeezed the trigger. She hit her target perfectly and silently.

‘This is wonderful,’ she said as she slipped the double tube into her trouser pocket. ‘Absolutely ideal.’

‘Good, good,’ the man said. ‘It was a pleasure to create.’

‘Now, your fee.’

‘Oh, yes, yes.’

The money in Anna’s coat was to pay the old man for his expertise. But he wasn’t going to get it.

Anna smiled again as she picked up a heavy spanner that had been discarded on one of the workbenches, walked over to the old man, and drove it into his stomach. Then, as he doubled over in pain, she brought it down on the back of his neck, smashing it into his cervical vertebrae and crushing his spinal cord. His legs fell away beneath him and, as he hit the floor, Anna raised the thick length of metal over her head and swung it at the man’s head with enough force to crack his skull.

She left the dead man in his workshop, closed the door to the shop behind her, and stepped back out into the market.

The rain had stopped, but she kept her coat on all the way to the tube station. Then she took the Central line four stops east to Lancaster Gate, where she hailed another taxi and told the driver to take her to Bond Street.

Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Eight hours after Bennett had gone back to her hotel in South Kensington and Knox and Williams had briefly argued about who would take the bed and who would sleep on the sofa in Kemp House, the three of them were back together in Knox’s office, steeling themselves to go next door to see Holland.

‘Is he an early bird?’ Bennett asked.

‘Usually,’ Knox replied.

He was sure of the plan he’d run over and over in his mind as he lay in the awkward crevice of his sofa, but for some reason he found himself suddenly worried about putting it into action. Seemingly intuiting his anxiety, Williams gave him an encouraging smile. Knox smiled back.