The lounge in Brodie’s newly acquired apartment had two, three SEATer settees facing each other across a long, low glass topped table. Brodie and Malik faced each other, both looking at Brodie’s phone on the table which was set to speakerphone. Brodie debriefed both Moreno and Malik on the events of that morning. He had taken time to send Moreno the photograph of the man who had been following him during his trip to the fishing boat.
“We have no match for him so far with facial recognition, but we are still looking. If he is known to any police force in Europe, we will know soon enough,” Moreno had informed them.
“It will be interesting to see if he follows me tomorrow. Romanov says he won’t. He knows I clocked him this morning.”
“Do you think he will?”
“Yeah, I think so, Anita. I migh
