Chapter Forty-One
The needle pierced the skin almost painlessly. The German wasn’t being gentle; Fitzhugh was just in such agony that a minor pinprick bypassed his overtaxed nervous system without any registration. After about a minute, his pain receded and his eyes fluttered open.
‘You done?’ he managed to mouth.
Four fingers on his left hand were now little more than meat and, as if for a change of scenery, the Irishman had started working on the toes of his left foot. The first impact had been so hard, his little toe had been removed entirely, the small appendage proving incapable of standing up to such a violent impact. The second toe hadn’t fared much better, though at least it was still there.
‘I would like you to explain why you were waiting for me at the train station. I also w
