Chapter 62
Metropolitan Police headquarters swarmed with police officers, in uniform and out, making it nearly impossible to find an empty office or space anywhere.
Another bomb plot, this more successful than the one that swept Michael McDuff up years ago, had every officer in all of London on high alert. As was usually the case in the early frantic days of a coordinated attack, no one yet understood what was happening, and everyone felt the need to take some kind of action anyway.
That disorder and near-chaos was the only reason McDuff felt relatively safe making what he hoped would be an anonymous, unnoticed appearance.
He passed through the crowds with his head down, not making eye contact with anyone. The few people he recognized were too preoccupied to pay him any mind.
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