Ch. 4Marty soon came to terms with what Robbin had told him. He managed with less success to do the same with the “Full English” breakfast that he’d taken on in the bustle of the Yard canteen.
For the first time since the morning of Scott’s death he was beginning to experience prickly fingers of fear. They tugged at the tiny hairs on the back of his neck. Helen’s shooting made it patently clear that the Pelops character was intent on killing him. If frightening had been his aim, Marty could think of dozens of subtler ways than pumping 9mm soft nosed bullets at people on a public highway. It was also clear that a man reputed to never mess-up a contract would not be thrilled to know that his prey was alive and kicking. That disappointment would not be lessened in the knowledge that his inte
