Chapter Sixteen: Travelling Hopefully
Tom waited for Melissa’s head to disappear. He met the eye of the other policeman crouched behind his block and mimed a gun. The man shook his head, indicating his baton. Tom nodded, wishing the man had been issued a gun. He reached in his waistband for his knife, then remembered it had been taken off him by Bai Han back in Yulin. Oh, well... “Struan!” he yelled. “Give it up. They have you surrounded.”
Struan laughed manically. “I know that’s not true. It’s all lies. Dead men don’t speak, and you’re dead, Tom.”
“Aye right. And you’re an Englishman.”
The shot bounced off near Tom, and he flinched. There was a moment’s silence.
“You always were a lousy shot, Struan. Never thought you’d miss me at such close range.”
Struan answered with a few more s
