CHAPTER 26A DANGEROUS OLD MAN
The transatlantic airliner leveled off after banking. A patchwork of green English fields, as far as the distant horizon, dipped into Pablo's view as he fastened his seat belt to prepare for final approach to Heathrow. The sooner they landed, the better, he felt. Flying always caused bad memories of his father shuttling with him from European capital to capital, pleading for a bank loan for his hotel that never happened.
The airliner bounced on the tarmac and settled into a long, shuddering run. He felt excited. He was back in Europe, his world once more. Somewhere out there in that vast geography Billy Foster might be scheming. And in London lived one of the best researchers he had ever met. A widowed, quirky, dangerous old man who spoke his mind, who might
