The guy weighed up his chances of escape; he really didn’t want to be left with a bunch of lunatics and this feisty mare who thought she was Catwoman. ‘No, not me, mate,’ he responded boldly, poker-faced.

‘Frisk him!’ demanded Zara.

Davey stepped forward and trained his gun on the man’s head. ‘Empty yer pockets.’

Still as bold as brass, Jaguar flipped his jean pockets inside out. They were empty. Then, as he felt inside his jacket pocket, the hard plastic of the phone case brushed across his hand. His heart in his mouth, he tried to recall what was on that phone. It was like grabbing at smoke rings. He should have left the damn thing behind.

A tingling sensation ripped through him. The numbers he had to keep secret would be exposed. If the Governor got wind that he was responsible for leaking any information, then his house would be burned to the ground with his wife and kids inside. Without thinking things through, he pulled out the phone and threw it hard onto the floor in the hope that it would smash to smithereens, so no one would be able to retrieve any information. It turned out to be a bad move.

As soon as the phone made contact with the stone floor, the screen cracked, but otherwise, it remained intact.

Davey shook his head. ‘Nice try, so this means . . . ’ he said, as he bent down and retrieved the phone, ‘there is information on this piece of equipment that you really don’t want us to see. Oh dear, dear me. Too bad.’

Suddenly, the man’s cocky persona changed, and he dropped to his knees. ‘Please, I’m begging you. He’ll kill my family . . . ’ The man’s face was ashen and his pupils like pins. ‘He’s so fucking dangerous. Please . . . ’ He was now blubbering like a baby.

Zara stared at the man now on his knees. Apart from Jaguar whining, the room was quiet as they all watched her.

‘If you think he’s dangerous, you haven’t seen dangerous. The Governor, eh? What’s his real name?’

‘Please, love, I don’t know. I swear on my baby’s life, I don’t know.’

‘Well, you’d better tell me everything you do know about this man because otherwise I’ll go through every one of those phone numbers until I find his, and then I’ll tell him his fucking panther soldier gave me his number.’

Jaguar’s eyes grew wide, and his face shrank to the bones, like a skeleton. ‘Jesus, he’ll kill my family!’

‘I know, so you’d better start talking then.’

Before he’d a chance to say another word, Shamus pushed the man with the short dreadlocks through the door and into the middle of the room. Gage’s whole body was shaking, the whites of his eyes prominent.

‘You!’ Zara pointed in Gage’s direction. ‘Who is the Governor?’