The Prince was dead long live the Prince.
‘You will soon be a very rich man!’ he said to Barnet, ‘a very rich man indeed. What do you intend to do with it all?’
‘Retire and find myself some remote hidey hole away from all this shit.’
James looked across at his companion as if seeing him for the very first time, ‘I don’t somehow see you as the retiring type,’ he said, ‘I would imagine you would get bored.’
‘I have plenty of interests to keep mind and body together.’
‘Are you married?’ For years Barnet had been his loyal assistant, getting all the nasty jobs done and helping to build James’s empire to what it had become, but he knew absolutely nothing of the man. He was a blank sheet with just a number contact, had the bearing of ex-military and obviously had his own small private and v
