Brodie paced up and down Comisario Gutiérrez’s office as the police officer asked questions about the events of the evening, with both Brodie and Comisario Moreno giving him almost monosyllabic answers as they had been instructed by Europol to give as little detail about the whole operation as possible. Gutiérrez was becoming more and more irritated by this lack of information; Brodie was relieved when the senior officer’s phone rang.
“Gutiérrez, dígame.” The voice at the other end spoke for some time before Gutiérrez slammed the handset down on its cradle.
“Gutiérrez, dígame.”“He is not there. His wife says he has gone to London on a private flight from Malaga. She has been put under arrest and is being brought here.”
“London? Why would he go to London?” Moreno asked.
“He has his main
