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Lochlan followed my gaze. ‘The car is armoured. And Declan is armed for security purposes. He’s fully licensed, I assure you.’I slid into the back seat, my mind reeling. The luxurious interior now felt less like a car and more like a mobile vault.I wanted to ask if he was in immediate physical danger, if the gun and the armour were for a ‘just in case’ or a ‘definitely expecting’, but he was already absorbed in his phone, his face illuminated by the cold blue light, fingers moving with a quiet urgency that told me now was not the time.So I sat in the expensive, tense silence, watching the darkened streets of London slide by, feeling like I was being chauffeured into the opening scene of a particularly bleak spy film.We arrived at the Velos Capital offices. The entire building was dark and empty. We took the private lift directly to his floor.In his office, he woke his computer and a few seconds later, the large screen on the wall flickered to life.A woman with a harried expressio

He complied, wincing as he lifted his left arm.Seeing the stark white bandages wrapped around his muscular forearm, knowing what lay beneath, sent an unwelcome pang of sympathy straight through me.I pushed it aside and focused on being clinical. I cleaned the area with the antiseptic wipes, my touch as gentle as I could make it. The skin around the stitches was an angry red, a brutal contrast to his usual perfection. I applied the fresh dressing, trying not to think about how close that lorry had come to doing something much, much worse.When I finished and looked up, about to ask about the driver, I saw he’d fallen asleep. Just like that. His eyes were closed, but a faint furrow of pain or worry remained between his brows. His breathing was shallow, uneven.Defenceless. It was a state I’d never seen him in, and it did funny things to my chest.I glanced towards the bedroom. No chance of moving him.So I did the only things I could.I fetched a duvet and a pillow from his bedroom, dr

DI Davies entered, his expression as readable as a slab of granite.Behind him was another man. He was older, perhaps in his late fifties, with thinning grey hair and a face that looked like it had been worn smooth by years of carefully contained pressure.He wore a suit, expensive but understated, and carried a simple manila folder.He didn’t look like a typical copper. He looked like a bank manager, or a senior civil servant.‘Miss Galloway,’ Davies said. ‘This is Commander Gilbert Sterling, from the Special Crime and Counter Terrorism Division of the Crown Prosecution Service. He’ll be conducting this interview.’Commander Sterling gave a small, polite nod. He took the seat opposite me, placing the folder neatly on the table.Davies remained standing by the door, a silent sentinel.Sterling laced his fingers together. His voice, when he spoke, was calm, measured, and ice-cold. It was the voice of absolute, uninterested authority.‘Miss Galloway, you’ve been arrested on suspicion of

The ache in my ribs had settled into a deep, persistent throb that synchronised with my heartbeat.I dry-swallowed two of the prescription analgesics, the chemical bitterness a fleeting distraction.I had significantly downplayed the injury’s severity to Hyacinth; her concern, while welcome, was a variable I could not afford to let influence the necessary calculus of the next forty-eight hours.Worry clouded judgment, and I required absolute clarity.My phone chimed with the specific tone reserved for Klaus Caputo, CEO of Wilson Allied.I connected the call. ‘Klaus. Report.’‘Mr Hastings. Our preliminary investigation into the HGV driver is complete,’ his voice was, as ever, devoid of emotional inflexion, a flat recitation of facts. ‘He remains in police custody, which made direct access… challenging. However, a forensic audit of his and his immediate family’s finances revealed a single, significant anomaly. Six days ago, his mother’s debt-ridden current account received an unsolicited

‘Lochlan! For Christ’s sake, boy, what in the seven hells is going on?’ Holden’s voice was a blast of undiluted, worried energy. ‘Kai said you’d dropped off the planet! Your mother is concocting theories involving Baltic state kidnappers and corporate espionage. Are you hurt?’‘I’m not hurt. The situation is contained, and I’m handling it. I need you and Mother to turn the plane around. There’s no need for you to be here.’‘Contained? Lochlan, you were in a car wreck five days ago and now you’ve been missing for two days. “Contained” isn’t the word I’d use.’ His voice shifted, the boisterousness receding to reveal the sharp concern beneath. ‘Your mother is insisting you need a hospital, and for once, I’m inclined to agree with her. Let us help.’‘I appreciate the concern, truly. But your presence here would only distract me. I’m in the middle of something and will explain everything when it’s concluded. Please, go home.’He was silent for a long moment. I could picture him running a ha