Chapters (76)
- COVER PAGE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- DEDICATION
- AMIN
- PARIS
- … TWO YEARS LATER
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- EPILOGUE
As he calmed his breathing, two things became clear. Michael Lambardi was dead. And de Payns had just survived a run-in with Murad.
CHAPTER THREE
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THREE
De Payns walked south of the restaurant precinct and past a car dealership on Via Roma. He took his Nokia from inside his pack, removed the battery and put the SIM in his back pocket. Via Roma suited him because it was one-way for traffic, making it hard for cars to follow him and allowing him to focus on pedestrians.
He walked a zigzag route that would eventually bring him to the Church of St Peter and St Paul three blocks west. The ramifications of the night’s events were serious—two people dead in a popular public place. One of them was face down on the floor outside the toilets of a bar. That would bring the police and, because Sicily was an island, the airports and ports could be shut down if the police thought it was a professional job. And what about Sayef Albar? If they had the two Turkish thugs on foot and a vehicle waiting out the back of Bar Luca, then they had at least five people in the field, probably six including Murad. De Payns reckoned that translated to at least two vehicles doing the rounds of the streets and checking out hotels and bars.
Murad had known about those passports and had accelerated the timeline to avoid the trap de Payns had set. If de Payns and his team were worried about walking into a trap, that’s what they would have done—change the meet, change the parameters, change the time, take control and see what happens. But why was Lambardi killed? Either Murad had been spooked when de Payns walked into the loading zone, or they were always going to kill the migration agent. And if they were always going to kill him, did that mean the Company’s mission was blown?
The exit plan was to cleanse himself and put his sticker on the plan de support—a noticeboard at the ferry terminal—before the ferry departed. But if there was a leak from inside the Company, as he now suspected, the plan de support was compromised. To go ahead with it would bring the watchers and hinder his exit. Instead, he decided, he’d move through an IS to clear himself of tails. If he still wasn’t satisfied, he’d go into hiding and ask the Company in Paris to exfiltrate him.