Torvic assumed he’d nothing else to lose with the one exception: his granddaughter. He expected to die anyway, and yet he could save Tiffany. ‘I swear, I’ll tell you everything, in return for her life.’

‘Good. At last, we’re on the same page. So, then, start talking . . . Willie, would you remove the remains of Alastair and Stephan? You know where the acid pit is, don’t you?’

‘Yes, Boss!’

She then looked at the floor where Dez was curled in a ball, convulsing. ‘Oh, yes, and you see that cunt?’ She turned to Mike. ‘Do you want to use the tools or give him a slow death? I mean, Willie loves using his knife. I think a few slices and a dip in a cesspit will leave him rotting for a day or two.’

Mike grinned coldly. ‘Sounds like a plan.’

For a moment, Zara wondered if Mike was looking at her with admiration or love; for the most part that evening, the impassive expression had given nothing away.

Staffie and Willie dragged away the three men, leaving Torvic alone in the middle of the room with just his fear for company.

‘Right, let’s begin. Who’s your supplier?’

‘Barak!’ he replied, without any hesitation.

Zara frowned and straightened up. A tingling covered her entire skin. ‘Barak who?’

‘Segal!’ he spat, as his eyes darkened, and his lip curled.

It was Joshua who intervened. He had stood back and watched his cousin in action, but the name Segal had him raging. ‘Barak Segal? You liar. He’s dead!’

Slowly, Torvic shook his head. ‘No, he’s not. He’s coming for you, Zara, mark my words, and you’ll be sorry. You thought that you were the hunted, you and the Regans, by Guy Segal, but, you silly woman, you were hunted by Barak. Oh, and yes, the man is clever— silently devious. Although Guy and Benjamin are in prison, Barak is alive, and he’s coming for you!’

It was the first time that Zara lost her calm expression. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open.

But Joshua stepped forward. ‘Oh, he’ll be the one who’s hunted, and you, Torvic, you’ll be the man who leads us to him, or all you’ll have left are the bones of your granddaughter to hold.’

Those caustic words ousted Torvic from his mocking pulpit.

Zara composed herself. ‘Where will I find him?’

‘He’s in Poland.’

‘You know I’m going to keep you alive until he’s captured, don’t you? And you wanna hope it’s soon because your darling Tiffany will be begging to die by the time I’m done.’ She turned and grinned at his granddaughter who looked traumatized. ‘So, every day that it takes me to find Barak, Tiffany will lose a finger and no doubt her sanity.’ She peered down at her own false hand.