“You do realise, Sergeant Bouttell, that you will carry this knowledge around with you for the rest of your life, however long that may be.” The bastard was smiling again; that smarmy smirk Chap would love to wipe off his face.
“Yes, I realise that,” he responded.
“And, for the rest of your life, the rest of mine, and for many years thereafter, the people I represent will still be around. Their operations will continue and yes, it is possible that, from time to time, it may be deemed necessary that others may have to be silenced. You do realise that, don’t you, Sergeant?”
“I realise that.”
“There is one thing that concerns me, however,” Jones admitted.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Chap said, with as much sarcasm as he could muster.
“Tell me, what assurance do I have that, at some time i
