Chapter 45
Mr Rosa stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the city skyline. From there he could just make out the docks, stacked with shipping containers, many of which he had a vested interest in. It had been a long time since he’d been down there himself. Not since the days before the nightmares. These days he preferred to leave the messier details to others. Others that were supposed to be reliable, and loyal. Fourby had been one of his longest serving employees.
‘Yes, we can get at him, although I’m not sure there’s much point,’ the lawyer said, drawing a cigarette case from his pocket. ‘Apparently he had some sort of nervous breakdown and told the police everything within the first half an hour. Cruise managed better—too terrified to talk, but also too terrified to b
