Contents ( 84)
- ONE
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- THREE
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- FIVE
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- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
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- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
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- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
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- FIFTY
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- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
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- EIGHTY
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- Acknowledgements
‘And the rest? Why don’t you buy it?’
‘The rest he said because it was his way out of that room. You’ll hear the tape. You’ll hear me tell him that if he confessed to the whole thing – to knowingly setting the bomb – then he’d get away from Romeo Meyer. Like I said, you’ll hear the tape. Your barrister will get that confession excluded no problem.’
‘The fella I’ve got in mind for this? He’ll do that with his eyes closed. But so we’re clear, you’re saying he confessed just to get out of the same room as this Romeo Meyer character?’
‘Exactly right.’
‘Then you’re not kidding, are you? He really was terrified.’
‘He was. And I don’t mind telling you, that massive Yank worried me too.’
‘You thought he was a threat to you?’
‘Thought has nothing to do with it. He was a threat. And I believe he will be to you, too, Will. That’s why I needed a lawyer who can take care of himself.’
‘You think he’ll come for me, eh?’
‘I think if you’re an obstacle to what he wants then you could be in danger, yes. Does that change things?’
Duffy waited a beat to consider his response before replying.
‘Well, the whole Secret Service thing’s a new one on me, Bruce. But it’ll not be the first time I’ve made enemies. Screw it. They can have a fight if they want one. Any kind of fight they want, eh.’
It was Bull’s turn to smile.
‘That’s what I thought. Looks like I came to the right man.’
‘Looks that way.’ Duffy nodded as he spoke, suddenly grateful for the call he’d made two hours earlier. ‘And looks like I did, too.’
TWENTY-ONE
Michael Devlin’s watch read 9.15 a.m. as he and Will Duffy turned the corner that led from the Old Marylebone Road to the A40.
They had met at the Minos Café, and Duffy filled him in on his meeting with Bruce Bull as they walked towards Westminster Magistrates’ Court.
The court was a sprawling building, an imposing concrete design. Not particularly tall but unusually deep, stretching far into the surrounding streets.
Its entrance was a much showier effort. A multi-storey glass fronted edifice, dominated by a coat of arms carved from an unnecessarily massive slab of stone. It was a design that left no one in doubt of the building’s importance.
‘Press are here,’ Will Duffy observed. ‘And if I’m not mistaken, Michael . . .’
‘No harm in telling her, was there?’ Michael asked, taking Duffy’s meaning. ‘Word would have gone out as soon as the case was announced. It’s just an hour’s head start.’
‘Doesnae bother me,’ Duffy replied with a smile. ‘I almost suggested it when I phoned you.’
Both men stood a little taller – a little straighter – as they approached Sarah Truman and her cameraman Nathan Benson. Their strides slipped into sync. Both Michael and Duffy were old hands at this. They knew the footage would make the evening news. Not least because – thanks to Michael – Benson’s was the only lens there to catch them.