Chapters (132)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Praise
- Dedication
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- PROLOGUE
- PART ONE
- Chapter 1.
- Chapter 2.
- Chapter 3.
- Chapter 4.
- Chapter 5.
- Chapter 6.
- PART TWO
- Chapter 7.
- Chapter 8.
- Chapter 9.
- Chapter 10.
- Chapter 11.
- Chapter 12.
- Chapter 13.
- Chapter 14.
- Chapter 15.
- Chapter 16.
- Chapter 17.
- Chapter 18.
- Chapter 19.
- Chapter 20.
- Chapter 21.
- Chapter 22.
- Chapter 23.
- Chapter 24.
- Chapter 25.
- Chapter 26.
- Chapter 27.
- Chapter 28.
- Chapter 29.
- Chapter 30.
- Chapter 31.
- Chapter 32.
- Chapter 33.
- Chapter 34.
- Chapter 35.
- Chapter 36.
- Chapter 37.
- Chapter 38.
- Chapter 39.
- Chapter 40.
- Chapter 41.
- Chapter 42.
- Chapter 43.
- Chapter 44.
- Chapter 45.
- Chapter 46.
- Chapter 47.
- Chapter 48.
- Chapter 49.
- Chapter 50.
- Chapter 51.
- Chapter 52.
- Chapter 53.
- Chapter 54.
- Chapter 55.
- Chapter 56.
- Chapter 57.
- Chapter 58.
- Chapter 59.
- Chapter 60.
- Chapter 61.
- Chapter 62.
- Chapter 63.
- Chapter 64.
- Chapter 65.
- Chapter 66.
- Chapter 67.
- Chapter 68.
- Chapter 69.
- Chapter 70.
- Chapter 71.
- Chapter 72.
- Chapter 73.
- PART THREE
- Chapter 74.
- Chapter 75.
- Chapter 76.
- Chapter 77.
- Chapter 78.
- Chapter 79.
- Chapter 80.
- Chapter 81.
- Chapter 82.
- Chapter 83.
- Chapter 84.
- Chapter 85.
- Chapter 86.
- Chapter 87.
- Chapter 88.
- Chapter 89.
- Chapter 90.
- Chapter 91.
- Chapter 92.
- Chapter 93.
- Chapter 94.
- Chapter 95.
- Chapter 96.
- Chapter 97.
- Chapter 98.
- Chapter 99.
- Chapter 100.
- Chapter 101.
- Chapter 102.
- Chapter 103.
- Chapter 104.
- Chapter 105.
- Chapter 106.
- Chapter 107.
- Chapter 108.
- Chapter 109.
- Chapter 110.
- Chapter 111.
- Chapter 112.
- Chapter 113.
- Chapter 114.
- Chapter 115.
- Chapter 116.
- Chapter 117.
- Chapter 118.
- EPILOGUE 1
- EPILOGUE 2
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Extract
- About the Publisher
‘The Prime Minister’s exact words were, “I’m not paying those bastards a penny”,’ said Nicholls. ‘But it allows us to open a comms channel with them, play for time, that kind of thing.’
Carr looked at him with expressionless eyes, and a deadpan face.
Then, after a few moments, he smiled.
‘So, Justin,’ he said, looking at his watch. ‘I’m supposed to be out eating steak with a very tidy bird in ten minutes. I need a shower because I smell like a dog from spending the last two hours kicking the shit out of Albanian doormen, and I don’t like being late. Do you want to cut the bullshit, and tell me why you’re really here?’
Chapter 58.
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JUSTIN NICHOLLS SIGHED.
‘We’re going to find out where she is,’ he said. ‘But going in officially presents… problems.’
‘Let me guess,’ said Carr. ‘International law? You cannae go in all guns blazing, because the Libyans won’t play ball?’
‘Correct. Look, I’m not going to give you all that black ops, plausible deniability bullshit, but someone’s going to have to bring the two women home.’
Carr chuckled. ‘Like we talked about in my flat, after the IRA thing?’ he said, a mocking smile playing at his lips. ‘You’re sounding a tiny bit like the CIA. Which is not a bad thing, by the way.’
‘As I said, things may be changing. And what’s the harm in me and you looking at some options, and you giving me your professional opinion?’
‘No harm at all,’ said Carr.
‘Before I go any further, are you in? Hypothetically speaking.’
‘If you’re asking me if I’d like to flat-pack the cunts who shot up that beach and scared my little girl, that’s a no-brainer,’ said Carr. ‘Sort of thing I used to do for my day job, and I fucking loved my day job. If I rescued those two birds into the bargain, so much the better. But I’m not suicidal, or stupid, Justin. It would all depend.’
‘On what?’
‘On the plan. And the financial reward. I’m not a charity.’
‘We can deal with the financial side in a moment,’ said Nicholls. ‘Let’s talk about how we might do it.’
‘No,’ said Carr. ‘Time’s marching on. If you want me to miss out on my steak, we’ll deal with the financial side first. You cross that hurdle, you can stick around.’
Nicholls hesitated.
‘Dinnae get me wrong, Justin,’ said Carr. ‘I am extremely sorry for the Prime Minister and her daughter. If I was still in the Mob I’d be champing at the bit.’ He looked around his flat. ‘But I’ve got a nice life, and a daughter of my own who needs me, and I’m not gonnae put all that at risk just because it’d be the right thing to do.’
Nicholls looked at him.
What had Penelope said?