To his credit, Piotr’s plan seemed sensible. To a point. ‘This will split the crowd in two. We’ll drive straight up through the middle of them,’ he told the rest of the group huddled in the back of the van. He was on the front seat with David behind the wheel. Between them sat Omar, trembling. He’d not spoken a word since he’d been collared, Piotr’s pistol resting against his chest.
‘You do realise how hard it’s going to be to distract so many of them at once?’ David said. ‘The noise of the river is too much. You fired that frigging gun and only a few of them reacted, or did you not notice?’
‘You think I hadn’t thought of that? That’s why it’s not noise we’re using, mate, it’s light. Two explosions at the same time, in different parts of the village. Remember how much trouble a bit of f
