Chapter Seven
William Shanahan had read about the rumors of a Russian backlash against the impending NATO sanctions. He rose before dawn and got the latest news on the Internet. There was also an encrypted message from Six indicating that he needed to be at the airport by 10 AM. He had taken the last flight from Palermo and was not looking forward to another trip this early. He did not like the way this assignment was going down, and intended to let his opinion be heard.
He jumped into the shower, nettled by the thought of Gawain and Lucretia operating on their own without giving him any feedback. The killing of Emiliano Murra last year remained as a sword of Damocles over his head. If somehow they obtained any information as to his complicity, he was a dead man at best. He knew the Cors
