Chapter Thirteen
Jason Chastain
“f**k’s sake,” Jason grumbled as Joshua effortlessly slotted the bar back into place at the gates, “I thought they’d never bloody leave.”
The day had dragged on for decades. Centuries, even. First there’d been Kim’s almost-breakdown, followed by her breakthrough, then the subsequent arrivals of the Orlovs, which, after some initial tension—he was gutted he’d missed Kim elbowing Orlov Senior in the stomach—had culminated in a very civilised, very lengthy, conversation around Jota’s kitchen table. They’d eventually agreed the Orlovs would go back to London and start work on their part of the plan, and be in touch later in the week with an update on their progress. The Orlovs had also agreed not to do anything, or speak to anyone, without Kim’s say so. She’d
