The next morning across the U.K, radio broadcasts and the second edition of the Evening Standard were breaking the news of Mastermind, Lawrence Hackett and his untimely death. The story read like a movie in the making. It featured the heroism of the U.K. team, a bit about the American contingent, photos of the wrecked carriages and witness accounts from passengers who spotted the team or heard gunfire.
“Check this out – you guys barely rate a mention,” Adam read from the article. “A c***k team of the U.K.’s finest supported by FBI agents … blah, blah, blah.”
Mitch grinned. “Yeah, just autograph that copy for us and we’ll take it home and frame it.”
Adam laughed and read on. “Being an only child, Lawrence Hackett has left his entire personal fortune to charity.”
“Touching,” Nick sipped
