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That ignites my fury.
No one uses Dante DeVare, and if they try, they will get a lesson in why it’s not a good idea.
Pushing the button on the speaker, I make a decision. “Jem.”
She enters my office a few seconds later and leans against the closed door. “What did you decide?”
“Two things. Firstly, I need your guy to track down Sebastian Christchurch. Exact location. If he is sitting outside my office, I want to know about it. Secondly, I’m going after Frances Richardson. But just me.”
“Ah, boo. How come I don’t get to go road tripping up North?”
“Because you are needed here, and you don’t need to get involved in this shitshow. Plausible deniability. If the worst comes to the worst, I need you here.”
“That bad?”
“Worse.”
“Fantastic. Did you update your will recently?”
“Funny. You’re a funny arsehole. What makes you think you’re in it?”
“Oh, I’m crushed. How you wound me with your insinuations.”
“Fuck off.”
She giggles. “Anything I can do?”
“Just get your guy on Seb. I want to know when he shits, sneezes, fucks a whore, I don’t care. I want every last detail.”
“Got it.”
“I’ll take a burner and try not to break it. If you can’t get hold of me, don’t assume I’m dead until you see my cold corpse with your own eyes.”
She loses her sassy attitude as she takes in the weight of this endeavour and nods slowly. “You sure you don’t need back up?”
“Don’t need it.” Standing up, I pack up my briefcase. I need to get out of here and go underground. If Seb is behind this, he will definitely be watching me. “I’ll be in touch.”
Jemima nods and steps aside.
Bypassing the main elevator, I take the stairwell and pull the jammer out of my suit pocket. Flicking it on, I temporarily disable the wireless cams and head down two flights to the service door leading to the back stairwell.
Stripping off my jacket and tie, I muss up my perfectly styled hair and slip on a pair of glasses. Folding the clothes and putting them into my briefcase, I pull out a lightweight raincoat that folds up into a tiny package for easy transportation. It’s navy blue and just like hundreds of others. Yanking a baseball cap out of the case, I unfold it and shove it on my head. As disguises go, it’ll get me past most people who don’t give a shit. It might take Sebastian a minute or two, but it won’t hold him. Reaching into the back pocket of the briefcase, I pull out the small handgun and lift the jacket to ram it into the back of my pants. Taking my shoes off, I scuff the toes on the concrete wall and put them back on before taking my belt off my pants, letting them droop a bit.
“Well, you bastard. Let’s see if you’re paying attention,” I mutter as I slip the burner phone into my coat pocket and then close the briefcase, leaving it in a blind spot for Jem to pick up later.
Heading towards the service elevator, I get in and flick the jammer so that the cams go back up, and I head down towards the deliveries entrance at the back of DeVare Industries, where I head out into the gloomy London winter afternoon, my head down and my hands in my pants pockets, keeping a look out for old enemies, and any new ones who are always lurking in the shadows.
15
ISLA
I’ve tidied away the leftover food, stacked the dishwasher, and cleaned every surface in the kitchen twice and now I need to go and speak to Gideon. I’ve avoided it for long enough. This flirting is very confusing, and I’m not sure it should continue. Well, I’m sure it shouldn’t continue from a professional standpoint, but from a thirty-five-year-old woman who hasn’t had sex in a while and a real relationship in longer, I’m on the fence about a bit of flirting.
It doesn’t take me long to track him down. He is in his office talking on the phone. The door is ajar, but I stick my hand up to knock anyway, then I freeze.
“You had better be fucking joking,” he hisses. “Who is this arsehole who is knocking over my aliases like a fucking game of dominoes?”
Dropping my hand slowly, I don’t want to move my feet or even breathe too loudly in case he hears me. Clearly, this isn’t for my ears, but then why was the door not shut and locked and a giant neon sign above it flashing “keep out”?
