CHAPTER 29
SONIA STAYED QUIET on the way home, and by the time we drove around the outskirts of Birmingham, she’d fallen asleep in the backseat and my mind had found something new to worry about.
Campbell.
I got the papers out of the glove compartment and studied them as Joe whizzed along the motorway, accompanied by the dulcet tones of Frank Sinatra on the radio. We had the leverage we needed here—I just needed to work out the best way to use it. A little more research was needed before we tipped our hand as to what we had, and then I’d have to try for another meeting.
Margot must have spent the whole night printing this lot out. Pages and pages, and by the time Joe hit the A40, the count of Campbell’s victims had reached double figures. The man had made millions out of other people’s
