Brodie and Malik sat at the breakfast bar in the apartment with Spanish tortilla, cheeses and bread that Brodie had brought up from the bar together with a bottle of chilled Sauvignon Blanc. As they ate they talked about the meetings they had had that morning; Malik with the two Europol officers and Brodie with Romanov.
“These guys are convinced that there is a mole in the local police department who is feeding information to the cartel, but they do not know who it is.” Malik sipped her wine.
“I hope not, because if there is, we have a problem, and Markov is a dead man, now that we know who he really is and his links to Europol. This doesn’t add up, Anita.
Romanov told me that you were a police officer. Almost the first thing he said to me when we sat down to talk.”
“He what? What did
