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house, on the corner of Queen’s Avenue and Lawrence Street, called Bartholomew’s Books. Be there tomorrow at precisely nine in the morning.
     
    If you think to ignore this message, then consider this; you are not and have never been Tom McKnight. That is because your entire life is a lie and I can prove it. Don’t be late and don’t let anyone follow you.
     
    Tom felt let down.
    Adoption … Really?
    He couldn’t stand his angry, mindless parents. Only the law kept him under their control, forbidding him to leave their care until he reached the age of twenty-one.
    Tom allowed the letter to fall to the ground.
    Damned nonsense.
    Killings didn’t generally happen over long-standing adoption issues, which meant the deaths must be random and unrelated?
    He remembered her words, ‘You’ll never get away from me. I know who you are. I’ll find you no matter where you go.’ She knew him. That made it related.
    Why did the woman reveal herself? Hell. Why kill someone for delivering an impotent letter?
    A more pertinent question remained; what could he do about it?
    I can’t leave, that’s for sure.
    Friends or the ability to sustain himself didn’t exist outside of the East End. This left him with only one choice; stay and discover his enemies.
    Tom stiffened. He heard a scuffling sound.
    He raised the torch, reached out and sought a piece of broken concrete, which he launched in the direction of the noise. A thud and a screech echoed down the tunnel, as the rat scurried for the cover of darkness.
    Tom grinned and tried to refocus his thoughts.
    This Noah may have the answers.
    He sent the young man to warn him. He wrote the letter. Despite the risk, Tom knew he must attend the meeting.

Chapter Four
    T he priest held his breath as he watched the chairman raise his hand for silence.
    “Yes, the danger’s real, Frederick, but I agree with Dominico … In principle. We are the protectors of our Mother the Church. As such, we cannot forget our sworn undertaking. The return of God’s True Ordained Order for this world is our mission and I believe that Tom Fox is the pathway to that end. That said, if I take this to the Assembly Council, I need something tangible. I need proof of success.”
    The priest perceived the chairman’s true meaning.
    If it all goes to shit, the bastard needs someone to blame. Alright, it’s about time I delivered my coup de grace.
    “Let me make myself perfectly clear, Mr Chairman. It can be done and with minimal risk. Our original plan required manipulation and enforced coercion, but the spy in the PMSG presents us with a unique advantage. We can be reasonably sure that this subversive group is trying to recruit Fox. So we use them. We even help them.”
    “No. You’re joking. You’re suggesting we help the enemy. They could destroy us.”
    The priest felt his shoulders tighten; Vogel’s interjections continued to disregard long-standing protocols and the chairman did nothing.
    “Calm down, Frederick. The PMSG are the perfect vehicle. Through your spy, we’ll have the opportunity to instantly monitor all outcomes.”
    The priest glared at both men, before continuing.
    “We’ll drive Fox into total dependence on them. We can then direct every movement from then on, forcing them to find the Prize for us.”
    “And, if anything goes wrong?”
    The priest recognised the threat behind the question. Vogel’s hatred for him remained palpable; as obvious as the man’s ambition.
    He turned away from the security man and focused his attention on the chairman.
    “If anything goes wrong, we can instigate a thorough clean-up operation. We simply utilise Vogel’s spy and eliminate the problem from the inside.”
    The chairman adjusted his great bulk and thrust his head forward in concurrence.
    “I agree, Dominico, and I’m sure my colleagues on the Assembly Council will also agree. We must find the Prize. However, if we lose control, then Frederick has my full authority to clean-up any