"What"s this?" asked Scanlon.
"Photographs. One of the men is the leader of the dissidents; the other is a high-ranking officer in the movement. I don"t know any more than that."
"I"ll deal with it."
"I know."
"May the road rise up to meet you, Gallagher."
"It usually does. Good luck."
Scanlon turned into the late afternoon traffic and thought of Eve looking up at him from the floor of Le Lion Rouge, so beautiful and so dead. Not yet, he thought, I haven"t done nearly enough – not by a long chalk.
* * *
The sniper teams had been dispatched a few days earlier. They had rigged the charges to fell the trees that would block the roads, and would now be in position, waiting and learning the ground. Pete and the rest of the team were gathered below deck on a 35-metre trawler that had b
