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doorway. “We have the law on our side.
You’re not welcome here, Mr Riley. Please don’t come
back.”
    “ You heard my
friend,” Brad said, pinning Chris down with a cold
stare.
    They watched as he
retreated to the car he’d hastily abandoned. The screech of rubber
against tarmac was the only retaliation he was able to make, and
considering it was in retreat it said a lot about his
character.
    Imogen let go of all the
tension she’d been carrying on a breath. “Thanks for coming,
Bradley.”
    “ Don’t
mention it. JJ got caught up or he would’ve been here himself.”
Jonathan Jukes was a member of Brad’s team and in regular contact
with Ashbury House. He had a history with the place, so Brad knew
it was important to lend a hand when he could.
    “ We can
handle it from here. Give my regards to Jon.”
    Brad inclined his head,
affirming her request. He understood that she worked with
vulnerable women and children, so she had no time to socialise – he
didn’t doubt her gratitude. “Be safe, Imogen. We’re only a phone
call away. My team are at your disposal.”
    She turned back to him
with a smile that said everything for her. “Stay cool,
Bradley.”
    Imogen caught only a
glimpse of his responding grin as she turned back and entered the
house.
    Forty minutes later, Brad
was pulling up outside his own safe haven, Duke House. He co-owned
a Personal Protection and Security company with his brother in
arms, Kelvin Fairchild. Duke House had been their base of
operations for over twelve months. Their team occasionally
partnered with another agency, run by an ex-military policeman, Abe
Donovan. Brad was running late for a meeting, which Abe had
requested personally. Something told him they were about to join
forces again.
    “ Nice of you
to show up, big man,” Kelvin said from his spot around the
conference table. The room was laid out command centre style, with
screens blinking in the background and desks displayed in neat
rows. The table stood front and centre so they had easy access to
the data.
    Brad surveyed the small
group; his eyes coming to rest on a graceful looking woman, with
intense green eyes and masses of curly red hair. His interest
piqued immediately.
    “ Something
came up - I got here as soon as I could.”
    “ That’s not
much of an apology, Mr Morgan,” the redhead said, mild irritation
lighting her features.
    Abe stood, immediately
defusing the tension. “Brad, this is Sarah Munroe. We were just
making introductions so you didn’t miss anything.”
    Brad looked across at
Susannah, the other member of Morgan and Fairchild. She was the
glue that kept them together. The imperceptible change in his
expression spoke of his gratitude for stalling the
meeting.
    “ My apologies
that you had to wait,” he said, his eyes on their guest. “The delay
really was unavoidable.”
    “ We would
have started without you, despite the oracle’s efforts…” Abe paused
to wink at Susannah, appreciating her rich laughter. The oracle was
a private joke. “But we need all hands on deck, so to speak. Take a
seat, Brad, and I’ll fill you in.”
    Brad complied, despite
the mild irritation at being told what to do in his own
office.
    “ As you know,
I have a contract with Lundwood Studios. I have several teams
following the expansion, which makes it the biggest residential
security gig we cover.” He passed each of them a map, colour
co-ordinated to indicate each different zone. “There are six
patrolled areas, each requiring different levels of identification
and clearance. The first zone holds the smaller productions stages,
most of which are used for television broadcasting. The public are
permitted into this area for tour purposes or when audiences are
bused in for shows.”
    “ Is the
activity limited to zone one?” Brad asked, taking in the extent of
land belonging to Lundwood.
    “ As a walk-on
visitor, yes. There are buses that take in zones two and three as
part of the tour, but strict