Richard
My intercom buzzes.
“Yes, Francis?”
“Mr Haswell, I have the police commissioner on for you.”
“Put him through, please…” The phone clicks… “Richard?”
“Will, good to hear from you. What can I do for you? Do you have any news?”
“I do, Richard, yes. But it’s not good news I’m afraid.”
Damn…
“Go on.”
“I’ve emailed you a report from the authorities in Brazil. Briefly, there was an explosion in a hotel room in São Paulo; a booby-trapped lavatory would you believe. It took out several rooms and there were a lot of casualties. Two bodies were taken from the room. One was a member of the hotel staff. The other was a guest. The passport identifies him as one Harry Hughes: English. But take a look at the photograph and tell me what you think.”
My mouth sours…
Christ…
If it is…
“Ca
