FOURTEEN
WHITEHALL, LONDON 2022 AD
“Would you say a man is better off knowing his enemy than not knowing his friend, sir?”
I studied the well-manicured hands that momentarily stopped twirling and clicking a retractable ballpoint pen. Sir Clive Cochrane for once, was caught off-balance. Whenever, rarely, that happened, as on this occasion, he answered with a question to gain time.
“Is that why you’ve come down to London, with that query, old chap?
I knew the ploy and he was off again, twirl-click-twirl.
“It is, sir. You see, my life is in danger and although I know who my potential killer is, I have no idea of my possible saviour. It’s not the most relaxing of situations as I’m sure you’ll appreciate. That is why I thought it best to involve the Department and, in particular, yourself
