“That’s right, Tom. You be a good boy and maybe you and your girl will walk out of here alive.”
He waited, plainly expecting Tom to say something like: ‘If you hurt her...’ No doubt Struan had some cool line he wanted to use. Tom didn’t take the cue, simply gave him the stink-eye. The second man from the train seemed to pick up on Tom’s vibe. He moved closer behind Tom, into his blind spot. The silence lengthened.
“What? No tongue, Tom?” Struan was all mock surprise.
“What do you want?” Tom’s voice was soft and low, like far away thunder.
“All the pieces of Gibson’s gizmo, and your co-operation in working it at least once.” Struan’s superior smile was back.
“How much are they paying you, Struan?”
Looking incredibly smug, Struan answered, “Half-a-mill...in Sterling.”
Tom quirked an e
