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I’m too far away to be able to hear what’s being said, but there’s clearly some sort of altercation going on. Borys is angry, squaring up to the police officers.
One of them calmly draws his weapon.
Oh no you don’t. He’s mine…
Borys backs off, his hands in the air. Again, I have a moment, a window of opportunity when he’s separated from the officers. I squeeze the trigger…
…and stop.
They’re handcuffing him. Borys is being arrested. Did Kristian change his mind about that extradition order?
The officers are on either side of him now, marching him towards their lead vehicle. I have another clear shot, and this time I take it.
My target crumples, writhing on the ground.
The police officers throw themselves down next to him and swing their weapons in every direction. They’ve no idea where the shot came from, but I expect they’ll work it out soon enough. I need to be on the move.
But not until I complete the task. I settle in again, adjust the scope a fraction, then fire off the second shot, taking out his other kneecap to match the first.
The police can have him. I’ve made my point.
CHAPTER 26
Nico
Six months later…
“Sell it.”
“I don’t want to. It’s my home.” Molly picks up her paintbrush and applies a few flicks of colour to the canvas she’s working on. The skeletal image of a tree in winter is just starting to emerge. “Lucy loved it there.”
“Was your home. You haven’t lived there for months. You live here now. With me. And Lucy’s happy here.”
True, she’d have been happier if we’d stayed on Caraksay, but we get over to the island every couple of weeks or so. And she spends her weeknights at her school as a weekly boarder. She absolutely loves it there. After all the fuss at the beginning, who would have thought it?
‘Here’ is our apartment at Caernbro Ghyll, a spacious two-bedroomed flat overlooking the rose garden. We moved in soon after I watched Borys being carted away by the Polish policja. We have it on good authority he’ll spend the next couple of years at least languishing in jail in Warsaw while the lawyers bat the extradition process back and forth. Lynne Meadows assures us it can be a lengthy process, but the chances are the Germans will get their way in the end.
“Why don’t you rent the house out?” I suggest.
She shakes her head and refills her brush. “Sounds like more bother than it’s worth. I’d have to deal with tenants, and repairs, and—”
“Do it through an agent. I can recommend someone.” We manage a massive portfolio of properties, I’m sure one extra little house won’t be a problem.
She abandons her work for now. “I suppose the place does have bad memories…”
“Very bad,” I agree.
“And, since the insurance company paid out in full for the repairs following the fire, it’s in pretty good condition. I wonder how much…?”
“At least a thousand pounds a month,” I suggest. I know. I’ve checked.
“Hmm. I’ll think about it.” She returns to her work, just as my phone trills in my pocket.
“It’s Ethan.” I hit ‘answer’. “Hi, boss.”
Molly waits in silence, then raises an eyebrow as I end the call. “What did he want?”
“Us. At a meeting tomorrow, on the island.”