Chapter 3: LondonAS THEY DROVE THE hour or so to Caen, Johnson made quick arrangements over the phone to drop Adams off at a hospital. Not ten minutes into the drive, Johnson had enough of his screaming and told him authoritatively to shut up, which he grudgingly did. From the back seat, Cole still heard Adams wince or grunt in pain when the van took a turn or hit a bump in the road. He smiled to himself, having deduced from the beginning that a shattered knee was just the kind of thing to put a turd like Adams back in his place.
After dropping him off unceremoniously at a hospital, Johnson, Lawrence, Tony, and Cole pulled up at a ferry terminal on the north coast. Before getting out, Johnson turned to Cole from the seat in front of him and pointed one finger, waving it erratically, and t
