Ch. 6Mainwaring sat titillating his extravagant tastes with a glass of cognac. The exquisite tincture and bouquet made a perfect contrast with the aroma of the fat Cuban cigar that he brandished lovingly. He was in the mood to pamper himself. With Fenton and his lackey well on their way back to their sinister headquarters and safely out of earshot, he was indulging in the comfort of the hospitality suite.
The peace was disturbed by a sharp rap on the door.
Before Mainwaring could utter a word. Pelops entered with Singh in his wake, very much in his shadow. Suddenly the room seemed to shrink.
‘Ja, I know, David,’ Pelops held the palm of his right hand up in a gesture of acknowledgement. ‘I see his car from chopper. One burst from Heckler, and poof, no more Mr Rebel, no more problem.’
Pe
