Chapters (75)
- Cover
- Praise
- About the Author
- Title Page
- Intoroduction
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EITHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- CLIMATE EMERGENCY
- Copyright
He doesn’t. ‘Five men lost their lives because of me. Five members of my family. Every time I see one of those people it makes me so angry. The people who kidnapped my family, cut their throats on camera and broadcast it to the world like they were cattle, like they were animals. Well, they’re less than animals to me. All of them. We should be smashing all their windows in. Ripping down everything they’re trying to build in this country. Our country. They’re trying to take it away from us.’ Carl’s eyes are hard, cold.
Alan is growing jittery, shaking his head and his body from side to side. Each bounce of his leg rocks the car, sends more stabs of pain through my hand and up into my shoulder.
‘So I know how you feel to have lost someone, OK? I know what it’s like to be responsible for it. We’re connected by that, Josh. There’s a link there. We’ve both suffered, you and me, because of being responsible. And so I don’t like doing what I had to do this evening. But I had to. Martin called it. And he’s in charge. You understand that, don’t you?’
Again, just a single nod.
‘One more thing. There’s another guy, another Lion, someone I should have been able to trust. You met him. He bought you a drink.’
The man in the blue jumper. Kind face. Lost eyes. Dan.
‘He wasn’t committed. He wouldn’t show his loyalty like you did today. He was more likely to do a runner. Tell the police. Well I won’t tell you what I did so you won’t have to lie. Suffice to say he won’t be running off anywhere for a while.’
‘Running off, yeah.’ Vince laughs. A terrible, low growl of a laugh.
Alan is fiddling with the door handle, the window button, a thread on the knee of his jeans.
‘I’m glad I didn’t have to do that twice.’ Carl points a finger at me. ‘You find a way to keep in touch, so we can avoid this happening again.’ He turns in his seat, reaches awkwardly behind, and places a hand on my shoulder. ‘Especially as we’re all doing this for you.’ Then he turns back towards the road, starts the engine and places both hands tightly on the wheel. ‘Now, out.’
For the third time that day, the roar of the engine, the squeal of tyres in the cold air.
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