Contents ( 84)
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
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- EIGHT
- 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
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- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
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- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
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- SEVENTY-THREE
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- SEVENTY-FIVE
- SEVENTY-SIX
- SEVENTY-SEVEN
- SEVENTY-EIGHT
- SEVENTY-NINE
- EIGHTY
- EIGHTY-ONE
- EIGHTY-TWO
- EIGHTY-THREE
- Acknowledgements
‘Or what, old man? An “international incident”? You really think your shitty little island is up to that?’
‘Is that what this is, now?’ Bull asked. ‘My dad’s bigger than your dad?’
‘My dad’s always bigger,’ Meyer smirked. ‘Not that he needs to be this time. Because we both know how this ends. You ask this garbage your questions, he’ll say nothing, and when you’re done you’ll have to bail him. And when you do, I pick him up outside. Whatever happens, he ends up with me. You’re only delaying the inevitable.’
‘Nothing’s ever inevitable. Live a little longer and you’ll realise that. And until you do, piss off out of this room, ’cos you’re in my way.’
‘I’m going nowhere.’ Meyer raised his voice for the tape. ‘Like I said, your superiors have authorised the involvement of the US Secret Service. I will be in this interview.’
‘Over my dead body.’
Cold, hard anger flashed across Meyer’s face. He raised himself to his full, imposing height. His shoulders now ramrod straight, his sheer width was as impossible to ignore.
When he spoke, Meyer’s voice was calm, low and cold. He no longer seemed concerned about being recorded.
‘Over your dead body? Do I really need to go that far?’
The words should have been chilling, but they were lost on Bull. Instead his full attention was now on Nizar Mansour.
For the first time he had a clear view of the effect Special Agent Romeo Meyer was having on his prisoner: Mansour had pulled himself as far from Meyer as his restraints would allow, the metal tearing at his skin through the strain. His eyes were fixed on the towering agent, wide with fear.
Minutes earlier, before Bull had left the room, the man had seemed ready to cooperate. Ready to talk. Now he looked terrified. Bull could even see urine puddled beneath his seat.
But why? Granted Romeo was an intimidating figure, but that wasn’t enough to explain such a powerful reaction.
‘Why is he so afraid of you?’ Bull’s words were soft and slow. As much to himself as to Meyer.
‘The Secret Service has that effect on terrorists,’ Meyer replied. The arrogance was back. Dripping from every word. ‘Shame the same can’t be said of you SO15 inadequates.’
‘Bullshit.’
The smell of urine was beginning to fill the room. Bull was in no mood for diplomacy.
‘There’s something more going on here. This man knows you. Not the Secret Service. You. I want you the hell out of this room until your identity is verified.’
‘My identity has been verified already.’ Meyer smiled as he spoke. ‘You know that. And I’m authorised to be in this interview. So let’s get to it, Detective.’
Bull had no doubt in his mind that there was a history between these men. And not a good one. Romeo Meyer was a danger to Mansour. Bull didn’t know why. But he didn’t need to. He had a responsibility to his prisoner.