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obviously
the senior partner. He was maybe a couple of
centimetres taller than his brother, but they were
both strikingly good-looking, tall and slim, with
blond hair and piercing, cold blue eyes. And both
were dressed in lightweight, stone-coloured Paul
Smith suits.
    They looked immaculate, completely out of place
in the coach yard, unlike the two young guys leaning
against the workshop wall, who were staring at
Fergus as though they were just itching for the
signal to do him some serious damage.
    Fergus nodded towards them. 'That your own
muscle? Bit young, aren't they?'
    'One might say that perhaps you're a bit old, Mr
Watts,' said Teddy. 'And hardly in prime physical
condition. I couldn't help but notice the limp. They
didn't mention that in the newspapers.'
    'I get the job done.'
    'Oh, indeed you do. You're an expert at what you
do – that's why we contacted you. And as for our
own security team, they may be young, but they too
get the job done.'
    Fergus looked back at the burned-out coaches. 'So
I see.'
    Teddy's pale face coloured a little. 'Touché, Mr
Watts.'
    Fergus was still looking at the blackened remains.
'So, who did this?' he asked.
    'We've no idea,' said Will quickly. 'Possibly
business rivals.'
    Fergus almost smiled. 'Bit drastic. And you say
this is the third incident?'
    'The first time, when my car was taken and
burned out, we thought it was just joyriders,' Will
explained. 'But then the upstairs office was trashed.
And now this. And all in the last two weeks.'
    Fergus turned and looked at him. 'I didn't know
the ticket-sales business was so cut-throat.'
    'We do a lot more than sell tickets,' said Will
defensively. 'We provide exclusive luxury packages
for sporting events. Travel, tickets and hotel
accommodation.'
    'Yeah, you can spare me the sales pitch.' Fergus
turned to Teddy. 'All I need to know is if you want
me to review your security. But like I told you, I
don't come cheap.'
    Teddy nodded. 'Let's go and talk.'
    Fergus glanced over to where the two heavies
were still attempting to look menacing. 'You think
they'll let us in?'
    'This place is for the workers,' said Teddy dismissively.
'We'll go to our apartment. It's more
private, and somewhat more salubrious.' He took
the keys of a BMW 7-series from his jacket pocket
and nodded towards the vehicle, which was parked
close to the main gates. 'I'll lead the way. And as
we're still waiting for Will's replacement car, perhaps
you won't mind if he travels with you.'

6
    The listening device had been fitted into a back
tooth, replacing an earlier filling in Fergus's mouth.
It looked exactly like a normal filling but was
actually a tiny microphone powered by the
electricity in Fergus's body.
    The device had originally been developed for use
by the American Drug Enforcement Agency, whose
undercover operatives needed to be able to record
their encounters with drug dealers for evidence in
court. A receiving station had to be positioned within
a hundred metres, but the suitcase-sized piece of kit
could easily be set up in a car or a nearby building.
    Fergus was behind the wheel of a new Land
Rover Discovery. It was the right sort of vehicle for
the job, but then nothing had been left to chance;
everything had to be right.
    As soon as he pulled away from the yard, the
team was with him.
    'Stand by, stand by! That's Bravo One mobile, left from the
yard. Danny has.'
    Danny's life with his grandfather had turned full
circle. When he had set out to find Fergus more than
a year earlier, he had been the target of a surveillance
operation by MI6. Now he was part of a
special surveillance team himself.
    He squeezed the pressel on the gear stick of the
silver Mazda he was driving to activate the
concealed microphone.
    'Danny still has Bravo One held at lights, indicating right.
Phil, can you?'
    The answer came back immediately in Danny's
radio earpiece.
    'Phil can.'
    'Roger that, Phil. Lights to green, Bravo One mobile. That's
right at the lights.'
    The Land Rover made