Chapter 45
Carl drummed his fingers on the desk as he leafed through a series of papers on Frank Bowen. He was sitting in a corner communications room at Studio 31 on the Limehouse Cut Canal; his desk lamp seeming the dominant light in a sea of darkness. Several screens lit up his face, making him appear, if anyone were to look, like a sculpture deep set with heavy shadows. Whispers and crackles seeped from the audio feed on his computer, revealing that Frank was approaching Blackfriars Bridge.
Carl was certain that his friend, now black flagged by his superiors, was the figure in the covertly taken grainy black and white photos on his screen. The MI5 crew keeping tabs on the Liberatus offices in Soho square had reckoned it was Bowen and they were right. A worrying development. What the
