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gunshots echoed against the bare walls.
     
    She turned to Tony, whose mouth was opening and closing without making a sound.
     
    ‘Where d’you recruit these dimwits?’
     
    He clutched his chest and gasped for breath.
     
    Amonite smirked. ‘Quit the blow, you fat piece of crap. You’ll end up in a coma.’
     
    She circled round the table, clucking like a hen. To hell with being discreet. Nobody messed with Amonite Victor.
     
    She stopped behind Frankie. He was hyperventilating and staring straight ahead.
     
    ‘As for this fella.’ She put away her gun and unrolled a thin wire from her pocket. She hooked it round Frankie’s throat in one quick motion. She tugged. He squirmed, clawing at her face. She leant back, out of reach, tightening her grip.
     
    Frankie twisted round. He grabbed Amonite’s waist with surprising strength and hurled her to the floor. Amonite was winded. This wasn’t meant to happen. She lost her grip on the wire. Frankie was on top of her, pummelling her chest. She kicked him away and rolled sideways. She staggered to her feet, ripping the gun from her holster.
     
    Frankie hurled himself at her.
     
    Amonite pulled the trigger. Frankie jerked backward and spun sideways as the bullets tore through him. He collapsed in an unnatural heap.
     
    ‘Where d’you think you’re going?’ Amonite shouted at Tony as she stood up.
     
    Tony froze, halfway to the door.
     
    ‘Here’s more for your junkies.’ Amonite chucked three small bricks of black powder wrapped in cellophane onto the table. ‘How did the first sample go down?’
     
    ‘They loved it.’
     
    ‘Good. There’s more on its way. Just get me the cash.’
     
    Tony stumbled back to the table. He slid the bricks towards him, scattering the lines of coke. He collapsed back into his chair, wheezing.
     
    Amonite left the room. The pub was empty. Half drunk pints of beer stood on tables like left-overs at the end of a party. She walked out into the street. The cool rain felt good on her face. She took a deep breath, feeling the remains of her anger seep away. She headed for the market place, which was bustling with shoppers. She picked up a bright red apple from a fruit stall. The seller was facing the other way, speaking to a customer. Amonite strolled off, tossing the apple up and down in her hand.
     
    She didn’t like cock-ups, and Tony had cocked up badly. People had to face the consequences of their mistakes. If he didn’t have the cash tomorrow, she’d have to kill him too. It was business. Nothing personal.
     
    She sank her teeth into the apple. It was crunchy and juicy. A siren wailed behind her. Shouting erupted. The bodies must have been found. Word would soon spread like a virus throughout gangland that Amonite Victor, who everyone thought had vanished, was now back.
     

Chapter 6
    North London, UK
5 April 2011
     
    ‘Hey sis, big day today.’ Nathan sat down at the kitchen table and reached for the toast. ‘Got my presentation to the board.’
     
    Caitlin was hovering over the crosswords page of The Guardian, the end of the pencil in her mouth
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She was wearing a loose, purple dressing gown that emphasised her plump figure. Her long brown hair was dishevelled and hung like a mop to either side of her face. She had dark bags under her eyes and looked as exhausted as Nathan felt.
     
    Nathan poured himself a large mug of coffee. He needed a burst of caffeine or he’d keel over from the jetlag and the post-mission fatigue.
     
    Caitlin scratched her forehead with her pencil. ‘This one’s tough.’
     
    ‘Need help?’
     
    ‘Nah.’ She scrunched her eyebrows. ‘Although, wait a sec, yeah, why not. You should know this. Make secret for security reasons.’
     
    ‘How many letters?’
     
    ‘Eight.’
     
    ‘Let me think.’ Nathan rubbed his beard. ‘Classify.’
     
    ‘Genius.’ Caitlin scribbled onto the crossword. The window behind her rattled as a truck rumbled past their apartment block towards