Ch. 8True to Pelops’s sinister promise, Marty’s e-mail at six am on Thursday morning revealed his destination. The showdown was to take place at an abandoned shipyard at Sheerness, on the Kent coast, with stipulation that he be alone. No time was scheduled, merely the cruellest of sarcastic riders: “Let us do lunch together Irish boy”.
Marty had not slept restfully. He knew he would not feel right till the moment he faced Pelops. He knew that would be the time of reckoning; the time when he would have it within his own power to redeem his pride. He was a man possessed, driven by a mixture of guilt and enormous anger; both of them exacerbated by an immeasurable sense of urgency. He switched the computer off and took a lingering look around his apartment. With every aspect of his mission im
