Some hours previously, Jose Luis had met with two men in grey suits, men he knew and had had dealings with before. They were young men, smart, seemingly intelligent. The first, Nigel, who had been educated at public schools, made the most of this fact by always wearing his old school tie. The other man, Michael, was bigger, much more strongly built. He’d served in the Coldstream Guards, had played rugby professionally for a while. Both men oozed charm and both men were ruthless when it came to doing business. Both men were killers.
“This is high-quality stuff you have here, Jose Luis. I think we can do a nice little deal.” Nigel sat back, reaching inside his pocket for his cigarettes, which he kept in a silver case. Delicate fingers extracted a cigarette and he looked at it for a long tim
