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on the way home seemed correct. I made a mental note of the name of the duty officer for that
evening.

‘Well?’ Barker asked.

‘It seems she must just have changed her mind after all. Thanks.’

‘There is one other thing,’ Barker added, ‘You are still being tailed but from now I will have you
covered at all times, there have been enough deaths and I do not want you to be added to them.
Bryant, I cannot stress too much how important it is to find that Guatemala memo and then we
may discover who killed Anne.’

I rose from my seat and went to the door.

‘Thanks for the offer but I suggest you don’t put anyone on my tail. You I can put up with but I value
my privacy and anyone else dogging me and I may think they are CIA and I am about to get very
nasty with them.’

I left the Big House and made my way to the Bricklayers, I needed to see Mex. Checking in my rear-
view mirror I eventually spotted my American tail. Barker had been right on that score. I made a
couple of detours to check and then continued to the Edgware Road. I stopped opposite the pub
and walked back towards the tail car, walked past a couple of yards and then turned and yanked
the passenger door open.

I pulled the seat belt tight around the passenger’s neck and he started to choke. Pointing my gun at
the driver I shouted, ‘Open the trunk!’

He released the catch. ‘And now get out with your hands on your head. Slowly. ’

As he got out of the car, I dragged the passenger out too.

‘Now get in the trunk or your mate will get in first spouting blood. MOVE!’

The driver got in and I slammed the boot shut. Holding my gun to the back of his neck, I
frogmarched the passenger into the Bricklayers.

Mex was at his usual table and as I entered, the chatter stopped and the pub went totally quiet.

Mex saw me and held his hands out. ‘It’s OK everyone. No problem. Bryant come and sit down,
what’s the trouble?’

‘The problem Mex is you have a psychopathic special operations unit loose in London. Up until now,
they have killed three people, Arnold Warner, Frank Furlong and Anne, my wife. I am not going to
be next and every time someone follows me from now on, I will shoot them. There are eighteen in
total and I swear I will kill every damn one of them. I might not know which one killed my wife but
believe me, the revenge will be sweet.’

I put my hand into the tails jacket, pulled out his gun and threw it onto the table in front of Mex.

‘You had better explain to your goons that we are in England and if I have to take them out one by
one there will be eighteen counts of self defence and justifiable homicide. The security service will