“Then prove it, Cross. Win your pitiful, sodding case, will you? Beat me fair and square in a court of law. I even gave you a home-court advantage.”

I started to walk toward him; I couldn’t help myself. He stood his ground.

“This is all an insane game to you. I’ve met assholes like you before, Shafer. I’ve beaten better. I’ll beat you.”

He laughed in my face. “I sincerely doubt it.”

I walked right past him in the narrow tunnel.

He pushed me — hard, from behind. He was a big man, and even stronger than he looked.

I stumbled, almost went over onto the stone floor. I wasn’t expecting the outburst of anger from him. He held it in so well in court, but it was close to the surface. The madness that was Geoffrey Shafer. The violence.

“Then go ahead, beat me. See if you can,” he yelled at the top of his voice. “Beat me right here, right now. I don’t think you can, Cross. I know you can’t.”

Shafer took a quick step toward me. He was agile and athletic, not just strong. We were almost the same size — six-two or -three, two hundred pounds. I remembered that he’d been an army officer, then MI6. He still looked to be in excellent shape.

Shafer pushed me again with both hands. He made a loud grunting noise. “If you’ve beaten better, then I should be a pushover. Isn’t that so? I’m just a pushover.”

I almost threw a punch; I wanted to. I ached to take him down, to wipe the smug, superior look off his face.

Instead, I grabbed him hard. I slammed Shafer up against the stone tunnel wall and held him there.

“Not now. Not here,” I said in a hoarse, raw whisper. “I’m not going to hit you, Shafer. What? Have you run to the newspapers and TV? But I am going to bring you down. Soon.”

He came out with a crazy laugh. “You are fucking hilarious, do you know that? You’re a scream. I love it.”

I walked away from Shafer in the dark tunnel. It was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. I wanted to beat the answers out of him, get a confession. I wanted to know about Christine. I had so many questions, but I knew he wouldn’t answer them. He was here to bait me, to play.

“You’re losing … everything,” he said to my back.

I think I could have killed Geoffrey Shafer on the spot.

I almost turned, but I didn’t. I opened the creaking door and went outside instead. Sunlight streamed into my eyes, half blinding me for a dizzying moment. Shading my face with an arm, I climbed the stone stairs to the parking area, where I got another unwanted surprise.