Within in a mile we had the road closed behind the now stationary Opal and all four of us surrounding the occupants threatening to un-holster our handguns. Diplomatic passes were waved in our faces as we lined the three passengers up lying face down on the damp tarmac with their hands behind their heads. They were all unarmed. I had a dog unit arrive and then a police transport vehicle that carted them off for a firearm discharge examination before anyone was allowed any contact with the Russian Embassy. I was expecting Geoffrey Harwood to call me, but he didn't. Instead, we made Lavington without any interruptions. Once there Hannah and I were undisturbed listening to Fraser's remote tape recording of his intruder and then his murder in my office after all the latest technology had been a
