FIFTY-ONE
Johnny took in the surroundings. A wide, semi-circular car park adjoining the Hill, dark sandstone rocks jutting upwards and outwards, forming a natural amphitheatre, with well-worn pathways leading into the expanse of natural parkland, where any prospective assassin could easily conceal themselves. Johnny wondered if Chaise was already there, watching.
He felt sure someone was.
Lawrence struggled out of the car, taking deep breaths whilst he scanned the surroundings; Johnny held Brigit’s hand as they both waited.
“If there’s any nonsense, kill him,” said Lawrence.
“It’ll be my pleasure,” said Jerome and pressed his g*n against Johnny’s temple.
Lawrence leaned on his crutch and tore Brigit loose from Johnny’s grip. “You can come with me.”
“We made a deal,” she said through
