“I agree Ma’am. I flew to London and met with the boss last week - some old bird called Christine Jones. She’s one ruthless woman. She knew that Freddie and Anna were kinda close - you know Ma’am - very close. She spotted a newspaper picture and decided to let it run. She wants to get the job done at any cost.”
Freddie shook his head. He thought of her in the hands of Tondelli. His skin crawled.
“So they knew she was in too deep and decided to throw her away if it came to it?” he stormed.
“They wanted the best possible evidence... police work has risks Sir,”
“Well, let’s go and get her out of there. I’ll get my clothes,” Freddie leapt up, flexing his shoulders.
“Sir... it’s not quite so simple,”
Freddie’s cell phone started to ring. He glanced at Mayer.
“Play dumb. Agree to everythi
