Chapter 19VauxhallOut of the window, Sumir ibn Rashid could see the tide
had turned. The flotsam was coming back up the River Thames. He was certain
it was the same driftwood he had witnessed making its way downstream earlier
that morning, before the meeting started.
He’d been summoned for an urgent meeting with his
British minder on the sixth floor of the Vauxhall building. He wondered why
he was there. So far no one had asked anything of him; not that he had much
to tell.
He had listened intently to what had been said early on,
but over the past hour his mind had wandered. He couldn’t easily follow
their cryptic exchanges and when discussing serious matters, everything was
discussed in understatements. It was so confusing.
“Let me ask what Mr Rashid has to say on the
matter.
