The rain fell in a steady stream, the dreary atmosphere underscoring Charles Bennett's attitude. Since the phone call from Holland, his mood had swung between homicidal and suicidal. He saw his entire empire, years and years of careful work, crumbling before him. If the truth came out, he'd be crucified in the media, and avoiding jail would be the least of his worries.
Tobias Serrano was on a rampage and nothing would stop him. He demanded a meeting at once, insinuating for Charles it might be his last.
Bennett had refused to have the meeting held at either Serrano's or El-Salaki's; for his own safety he insisted on neutral territory. Although, he reminded himself, with those two, no place could be safe enough. He had to shift the odds as much in his favor as possible. He certainly didn'
