Page 108 of Tell No One
“Fly in plane?” Delaney grinned. “Few times. The other? I’ve done trophy hunt in South Africa.”
Yves nodded, no smile on his face. “Did you hit anything?”
“What do you think?”
Yves stared at him and said nothing.
Delaney shrugged. “Elephant is hard to miss.”
“This isn’t going to be so easy.”
“True.”
“Are you a good shot?”
“Yes, are you?”
Yves smiled.
“How many targets?” Yves asked Feely.
“Two.”
“Want a wager?” Yves raised his voice so they could all hear.
“What are you thinking?” the American asked.
“We all put ten thousand into a pot and whoever gets the first hit takes it.”
Everyone agreed.Fucking freak.Pain pulsed across Delaney’s temple at the thought of any of these bastards shooting at Tag. Who was the other target? Possibly the prince if he’d outworn his usefulness or value.
He closed his eyes and listened to the conversations around him. The American said very little, which just confirmed to Delaney that he was the one to watch.
An hour into the flight, Delaney went to the bathroom and checked his messages. Jeremy Pascoe was the head of Oak and Pascoe, a large offshore law firm based in Jersey. Matt Spencer was a former soldier, an American who’d made millions in the dotcom world. Alec Dronfield had inherited his wealth from his father but not his father’s brains. Yves Cranteau owned two of the biggest Champagne producing companies in France.
Delaney read quickly but there was nothing of particular value. Of course, all those details could have been as fabricated as his had been, but he didn’t think so. He deleted the text and retook his seat.
He closed his eyes again to avoid conversation, but he listened. Anything he heard could be useful.
***
Tag woke to find Ahsan staring at him. He smiled at Tag and Tag just about managed to smile back.
“Morning,” Ahsan whispered. “Nearly time to wake up. Do you feel better?”
“Not when I think about having my face covered.” Tag rubbed at his throat. “My mother put her shopping bag over my head when I was five and I’ve been petrified of having my face covered ever since.”
“Was she trying to kill you?” Ahsan’s eyes were wide.
“She was drunk. I was hungry and crying, and she wanted to shut me up.”
“That’s awful. I didn’t like the mask when Lincoln first used it. I don’t now, but I’m used to it.”
“Does he accept the time out sign that you showed me?”
Ahsan shrugged. “Not always. You saw that. But he does when Norbury is watching.”
Tag gritted his teeth. “How did you end up here?”
