Chapter Eight
MI6 Headquarters, Vauxhall Bridge, London, England
As Tom drifted off to sleep with Felicia, events gathered pace half a world away. The time difference worked against him. It was only five in the morning in Curaçao, but it was mid-morning on Monday in London. The fingerprints that the technician had sent to Interpol were about to have significant repercussions. There was no record of the prints on file at Interpol’s Paris headquarters. Not surprising, as Tom had never been caught doing anything criminal. Due to the new era of co-operation since the increased threat of terrorism, the fingerprints automatically went to other jurisdictions throughout Europe. They soon popped up at MI6 headquarters in London. A technician in the computer department ran the fingerprints against
