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“No,” Morgan replied. No witnesses. Not unless he wanted to spend a lifetime in a British prison.
“Flex will get what’s coming to him,” Knight promised. “But when we decide. Not him.”
For a while the car was silent. In the back seat, Hooligan held his head between shaking hands.
“You’re a good man, Peter,” Morgan finally said. “You too, Hooligan.”
“I ran,” Hooligan stammered. “I left Perkins out there.”
“Perkins will be OK. The police will have got him to a hospital,” Knight reassured him. “They didn’t want Perkins, they wanted you. You did what you had to do.”
“You lived,” added Morgan. “And now you can help us finish this.”
Chapter 76
THE AUDI PULLED to a stop in Private London’s secured parking, and all men exited simultaneously.
“I’ve gotta go to the loo,” Hooligan told the others, and scuttled off.
Knight looked at Morgan over the top of the car.
“I’m sorry I went against your orders,” Knight offered. “I know you’re the boss, but I couldn’t let you go after him. It would have been suicide.”
“You’re my friend, Peter. And you probably saved my life.”
Knight managed a weak smile.
“I’m going to contact the Met,” he told his leader, having been debriefed by Hooligan on the journey. “Let them know that there’s someone masquerading in convincing police uniform.”
“Hooligan said he had all the gear,” Morgan agreed. “Hooligan couldn’t tell them apart. You think Flex has links in the police? Could he have called off the mounted officers to draw me in?”
Knight shook his head. “That was Denise. She was following it all on their system. She hacked in and gave orders for all officers to make their way to a bogus mass casualty event.”
“Good work. Better make sure she covers her tracks.”
As Knight stepped away from the car, his investigator’s instinct read Morgan’s body language. “You’re not coming inside, are you?”
Morgan shook his head. “I’m not. Keys, please.”
Knight tossed them over. “Will you tell me where you’re going?”
“I won’t.” Morgan walked around to the driver’s door and offered Knight his hand.
The Englishman shook it. “Be careful, Jack. I told you I’m ready to step up, but I don’t want to have to.”
Morgan patted his friend on the shoulder. Then, without a word, he climbed into the car. The sleek black machine glided from the garage and into the London night.
Where Jack Morgan would hunt.
Chapter 77
PETER KNIGHT SLOTTED his ID card into the garage’s door, and followed it with the biometric data of his thumb print and retinal scan. Only on the authentication of all three did the heavy deadbolts click open, Knight raising his hand to the cameras that monitored his every move. The security of his headquarters was more than a match for any building in the UK.
It was with a clouded mind and heavy feet that he walked Private’s hallways. He had known Jack Morgan for years, and he had never seen the American act this way. Morgan had always been a focused, driven individual, headstrong, even—how else could he have built the world’s biggest private investigation firm?—but his single-minded desire for revenge was worrying Knight. Knight knew that he and Hooligan had saved Morgan’s life by pulling him back into the car and keeping him from rushing after Flex and into an inevitable trap. Now Morgan was out again, who knew where, and without anyone to stop him from making any rash moves. Flex was ex-SAS and highly trained in tactical warfare. In order to beat him and achieve the justice Morgan so desperately wanted, they needed to be as cold and calculated as he was.
Justice, he thought. What did that mean to him? Peter Knight had worked for a long time as part of the British criminal justice system. He had seen innocent people go to prison, and evil ones go free. The system was flawed, he knew, but overall he believed in it. What kind of society would it be where people felt the need, and the right, to dispense their own justice? Knight had studied cases from Indonesia to Venezuela. He knew what happened when law broke down and vigilantism took over. Inevitably, those vigilante groups descended into becoming gangs and cartels and murderous groups just like the ones they had at first stood up to, and Knight had no wish to see that on London’s streets.
And yet.
