Fenton, by his very nature, and in keeping with the demands of his job, was an inquisitive animal. His aide was the example of subdued attentiveness.
Singh, however, up to his neck in the conspiracy with Mainwaring to steal HITS, was reluctant to respond to the MI5 man’s prying chatter.
‘So sorry, gentlemen,’ said the tycoon, as the three men resettled in his office. ‘A slight hiccup, no more, I assure you, Desmond. But we have the privacy we require now. Shall we complete the review of Friday’s itinerary?’
‘You will tell me what the press was doing here, with Rebel, first,’ Fenton demanded coldly.
Mainwaring’s discomfort was not helped any by the civil servant’s beady stare. He thought frantically for a coherent answer. Anything other than that would precipitate a relentless grilling
