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with three students from the International Islamic University when a team from the Federal Territory religious department raided the apartment following a complaint from neighbours. If found guilty, they could be fined three thousand dollars and jailed for up to two years. As Suzy said, she should count herself lucky she hadn’t been sitting with three drug-dealers watching satellite channels with an iffy Sky card.
    Suzy’s revolver had been dropped off by a courier in the Firm into a dead-letter box in the women’s toilet at Starbucks. I took another sip of their coffee; globalization was a reality, these guys were getting everywhere. That one had been in the shopping mall in a good part of Georgetown, the island’s capital. The weapon and six rounds were all we’d been given, so Suzy had to make sure she did a good job. No wonder she’d acted like a lunatic, diving in through the Lite Ace’s window. She knew she couldn’t afford to waste a single shot.
    It would have been better for us if the handover of the wine box had been done on the last night, so we could have carried out the task and left Penang the following day. But I was just pleased that it hadn’t happened on the first night, which wouldn’t have given us enough time to do the recces and would have exposed us on the island for a whole fortnight. We’d spent a lot of time establishing his routine: the route from his house to the restaurant, what time he started work, what time he finished, whether there was anyone else living in his house. We knew where he kept his vehicle, and we knew the best time to go and tamper with the brake light. We knew almost everything about him, except his name – but then again, it wasn’t as if I’d wanted to have coffee with him.
    By the time I reached the mansion block there was still about half a paper cup of latte left. I walked up the six or seven steps of the large Victorian brick building, long ago converted into office space and flanked by modern concrete blocks at either side. Large glass double doors took me into the hallway and down towards a huge black guy in a white shirt and blue uniform at the front desk. I showed him my Virginia driver’s licence, as required everywhere since 9/11. I hadn’t got round to buying a car yet because I had my bike – if I could get hold of it – at Carrie’s house in Marblehead.
    I glanced at the security guy’s name badge. ‘Hi, Calvin. My name’s Stone – I’m going to the third floor, Hot Black Inc.’
    ‘Can you sign the book, sir, please?’
    I signed in while he checked the visitors’ list and gave me the once-over. DC was still quite a formal town when it came to dress codes and I was in my jeans, Caterpillar boots and brown leather bomber jacket. I placed the pen back on the desk and gave Calvin a smile. ‘It’s dress-down Friday.’
    Calvin didn’t bat an eyelid. ‘Thank you, Mr Stone. The elevator is just round the corner there to the right, and you have a good day, sir.’
    As I walked away I gave him the standard, ‘And you.’ I had a smile on my face: the name Hot Black Inc still made me laugh. I’d always thought it was only in The Man from U.N.C.L.E. that they invented weirdly named companies as fronts.
    I’d been on Hot Black’s payroll for just under a year now. It was a marketing company that didn’t really have anything to market, which was just as well because I didn’t know the first thing about that. Life was good. I got paid a salary of $82,000 a year, my apartment was taken care of, and on top of that I got cash in hand after every job. It was a much better deal than working as a K for the Firm on £290 a day, all in. As a Hot Black employee I’d been given a US social-security number, and I even had to file tax returns. It gave me the chance to have a kind of real life. After George’s daughter, Carrie, had binned me, I’d even managed to have a new girlfriend for about six weeks. She was the area manager for Victoria’s