Lucien

He was like a man on fire, a man possessed, although his mind was now moving coldly and clinically. He was reaching out to all the people he knew—the ones who had any idea about Dmitri Rudenko’s whereabouts, the ones who had agreed to stand with him if a gang war broke out.

But he kept drawing blanks. Raking his hand through his grey-white hair, he turned sharply as the door was flung open.

First things first, he thought as he nodded at Schwartz, who had run in, straight from the airfield. The younger man looked dishevelled and heartbroken.

He snapped at the person on the other end of...