Page 60 of Tell No One
“I’ll think about it and let you know. Any news on Chason?”
“He and his son have gone to ground. They’ve not left the country as far as we know. There’s no chatter about anything having happened. The dealership is open as usual.”
“That’s interesting.”
“I think the diamonds might be behind this. Seventeen million pounds is a strong motive. I’ll have a look at the driver and the other guy. Let me know where you want to meet.”
“I will.” Delaney ended the call.
Delaney went back up onto London Bridge, crossed the river and made his way to the Tube at Monument. He doubted he was being followed but he behaved as if he was and used counter-surveillance techniques: changing lines, doubling back, getting on and off the Tube. He returned to the surface at St Paul’s and walked to Postman’s Park. By the time he was sitting on a bench with a coffee, mirrored sunglasses on so he could scan his surroundings unobserved, he was sure he wasn’t under surveillance. As sure as he could be. He took nothing for granted.
Time to check in on Tag.
“Hi.” Tag answered on the first ring.
Delaney was ridiculously relieved to hear his voice. “Report?”
Tag chuckled. “I should have had you call me Baby if you were okay. I’m fine. I have my other bag and I did a bit of wandering around on the streets before I headed for Regent’s Park. I’m currently sitting drinking a coffee and feeding a duck.”
“Good. Just keep your eyes open for anyone you see more than once. Bye.”
“Hey, wait. Try to say something nice before you go.”
“I can’t wait to get your lips around my cock.” Delaney ended the call as Tag audibly gulped.
He found himself smiling. Then his other phone vibrated. The Master. Grant Feely.
“Privet.” Delaney said.
“Vadim. It’s the Master. I hope I haven’t caught you at an inconvenient time.”
“Drinking bad English coffee.”
Feely chuckled.
“Have you found that bastard boy?”
“Not yet. But we’re close.”
“Pizdets!” Russian for a fucked-up situation. “I only discover after I get back that he take six hundred pound from my wallet. I’d like to kill little shit. Fuck him again, then kill him.” He chuckled.
“We could arrange that.”
“Yes?” He swallowed. “Have you found him?”
“Not yet.”
Delaney made a dismissive sound. “What to arrange? No boy, no fun.”
“We will find him. Do you want to…make him disappear?”
Delaney shivered as if a cloud had gone over the sun. “You serious?”
“Are you?”
Delaney waited a beat before he answered. “Just me make him disappear?”
“If you like, but that will cost you more.”
