‘What’s through those?’ Ben asks, motioning at the closed doors.

Harry doesn’t reply. Ben glances over to see him shrug but staring hard.

‘Investigator with who?’ Harry asks.

‘Pardon?’

‘You’re an investigator. Who with?’

‘Insurance . . .’ Ben’s words cut off with his stomach lurching as he looks back to the open door leading to the room he was in and the name Ben Ryder stencilled on it in black letters. Ben Ryder. Why didn’t they put Ben Calshott? Who told them he is Ben Ryder? How do they know? He gets a memory of someone saying his name when he was grabbed and held down. They said Ryder, not Calshott.

Safa checks over the room again but spots nothing other than the bed and the door. She weighs her options quickly, both of them. Wait here or try the door. She is smart but also not one to hold back, especially with the risk of her family being threatened by the Prime Minister. She moves silently to the door and tries to listen. Two voices. Both male. One is very deep, which forms the mental image of a big man. She can’t hear the words but she catches the tone and short sentences like they don’t know each other. It must be a prison. She wipes her nose again and ignores the blood still seeping out.

Ben looks round to the other open door and the name stencilled in the same black letters. Harry Madden. That rings a bell. Harry Madden. Where’s that from? Ben knows that name. Harry Madden. Bloody hell, the soldier from the Second World War. The famous one who destroyed a U-boat depot. Mad Harry Madden. Ben glances at Harry thinking he even looks the same as the pictures from the school textbooks.

‘Did you say you’re in the army?’ Ben asks.

Harry still does not reply but just stares without expression. He’s a huge man, broad with a big chest and thick hairy wrists that poke out the end of the tracksuit top. Legs like tree trunks and the tops of his feet are as hairy as his face and arms.

‘Any relation?’ Ben asks with a forced smile.

Harry cocks his head, unspeaking but interested.

‘Harry Madden,’ Ben says. ‘Mad Harry?’

Harry’s eyes flick to his name on the door then over to Ben and up to the name Ben Ryder on the other door. Ben watches him, expecting a reaction at his old name being seen but Harry shows no reaction. Instead he leans forward to look to one of the closed doors. Ben tracks his movement and reads the third name stencilled on the bare metal. Safa Patel. Ben looks to Harry and shrugs.

‘Someone else,’ Ben says and starts to rise.

‘Where you going?’ Harry asks with a hard glare.