Richard

My friend, Will Stanton, the police commissioner, has called by in person to deliver his news. None of us are happy about it.

Will stands, arms folded, sucking at his teeth. “Richard, you know I’ll do whatever I can, but I have budgets to keep to. If Klempner’s out of the country now, there’s a good argument to say that the danger to Charlotte and Georgie, and whoever else, has moved on. I’m going to have a tough case to answer, keeping a police guard here for much longer.”

Elizabeth, sandwiched between Mitch and Charlotte on the settee, widens her eyes. I’m not happy that Will chose to deliver this here and now, within the hearing of my pregnant wife. She’s all but at term and I don’t like her getting upset

James wears a face like a thundercloud. “The original attack on Charlotte happened before Klempner arrived here. And was planned long before that.”

Will is stony-faced. “Be that as it may, we all know those events were about drawing Klempner out. That’s been done now, and whatever else happens between him and this female Nemesis of his, it’s happening elsewhere.”

“But…”

James’ protest is cut short by a wry-faced Michael strolling into the lounge. “Look who I just found outside.” He turns back towards the hall. “Come on in. No-one’s going to bite.”

The figure that enters is familiar and deeply reluctant. Wearing heavy-grade outdoor clothing and muffled up to the neck, he holds out gloved hands. “My apologies. This wasn’t my idea.”

Heads swivel.

“Hickman?” says James. “What are you doing here? You know Klempner’s not with us now, surely?”

“Mr Alexanders...” Hickman is the very image of a ‘heavy’. He gives James a nod. “…Yes, of course I know that. But while he is away, Mr Klempner has instructed me to keep an eye on what’s happening here.”

His voice turns dry and he casts an eye at Michael. “He was also insistent that I be discreet and not intrude on your family life. I did not ask to enter your home. I am a professional. I do the job I'm paid for.”

Michael gives him a sunny grin. “Does being professional necessarily entail standing outside and freezing your nuts off?”

Hickman sucks in a smile, scratching at his nose. “I suppose not, no.”

“Then for God’s sake, take that jacket off and have a hot drink. What’ll it be?”

Hickman unbuttons his heavy overcoat. Underneath, he’s still warmly dressed in pullover and jacket. “Coffee would go down well, thank you.”

“Coming up.”

He glares at Hickman. “You were on the video footage

“I am Miss Kimberley’s bodyguard. And should the situation require it, also Mrs

Mitch. “I didn’t

lips twitch. “Neither did I, until

Hickman, unlocks his arms, reclasps hands behind

current time,

takes a step or two, looming close. “You going to

I do not anticipate you or

how do you all feel about this? I think we can all

“The kind of man who is very good at what he does,” he says… “And who has proved himself to be trustworthy. Will, it’s fine. We know Hickman. We’ve met

is, nonetheless reddens. “Well, I haven’t. Who are you?” He jabs

drawls his reply.

now… Where else I know you from. You’re one of

of the effort to catch Klempner. When it became clear what Baxter’s intentions

the passively standing Hickman.

me to work for him as

were originally part of the attempt

wasn’t personal. He knows I am a professional. So, yes, he employs

if someone makes

brows rise. “Then I might be interested in accepting, after

Lawrence Klempner has bought

impassive. “But having been bought, my

“And after that?”

purses his lips. “After that…

sniffs, rubs his

huffing, opens the left side of

regards the holstered weapon, then as Hickman readjusts his jacket, “So where’s

Juliana Diaz. He is not

Where has

a stare. “Commissioner, I am quite sure you have already interviewed Baxter. This must already

And yes, Brazil was my understanding.” He paces for a moment, considering, then, “You seem comfortable, Mr Hickman, telling

tell you…” Will’s brows rise. Hickman smiles slightly. “… He also asked me

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