Chapter Twenty-NineThe stand-off continued and it didn’t take too much imagination to conjure the desperate situation in the semi. Meanwhile local pressure was building up as, naturally, people wanted to go home. So very soon the SAS would have to smoke them out. For Toby the uncertainty was a nagging presence in his mind. Drusilla was still at her aunt’s and, although she was completely safe, she was still in the vicinity. What if there were other terrorist elements in the area? What if…? What if…? There was no end to such thinking, he told himself. In any case, one of the best anti-terrorist forces in the world was guarding her.
Simpson had been concerned when he’d heard about the terrorist ally at the embassy and quizzed the PM on the matter.
‘I’m glad you think it’s singular, Toby,’
