“I don't even have to compare notes with any of the other fellows to see your story's gonna leak like a rusty bucket,” Mark shook his head as he sat across the metal table from Merrick in the small room. “You know, this isn't a regular k********g. This is being seen as a terror attack against the British Empire. We can talk terms with kidnappers but we don't deal with terrorists. Any way this goes down, you and your old friends are going away for the rest of your natural lives, and your new friends won't get out until they're as old as you are now.”
“Help me, Mark,” Merrick pleaded. “Help me out of this mess.”
“We both have to pin this whole affair on Berlin Mansfield,” Mark explained patiently. “It's going to be a lot easier for me to wrap this up with no mess. I know about Kevin Moore
