Absence of Mercy by McCoubrey Joe

Author:McCoubrey, Joe [McCoubrey, Joe]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Joe McCoubrey
Published: 2015-02-15T16:00:00+00:00

Devon was walking towards his car, preparing for a sombre drive back to London. He hated leaving Emma and Michael, but he needed to get his team back together again as quick as possible. The sound of his sat-phone stopped him just as he was climbing into the driver’s seat. He looked at the display and punched the receive button.

“Mike, it’s Alan. Thought you could do with a sit-rep.”

Devon’s mood lightened at the sound of his friend’s voice. “You do know that your name comes up on my screen before I answer?”

“With your fading eyesight I don’t like to take any chances.”

“Okay, wiseass, what’ve you got?”

Doyle told him of the capture of the assassin Martin Greene. “To be honest, we weren’t quite sure what to do with him afterwards. Chelsea wouldn’t let me put a bullet in his brain. Said it didn’t square with her about shooting an unconscious prisoner, so we used our security credentials at the train station and whistled up an ambulance. The local police even provided us with an escort to the nearest hospital.”

“So where are you now?”

“Here’s the rub. Our friend up and died on us before we reached our destination. Guess Chelsea’s Kung-Fu kick caused more internal damage than we thought. Good riddance I say. Anyway, we’ve checked into a small hotel for the night. Figured we’d travel back to London first thing in the morning.”

Devon burst out laughing. “Oh, you did, did you? Don’t think I didn’t notice the cosy Chelsea-this and Chelsea-that thing going on. You two seem to be hitting if off, but if you think we’re going to foot the bill for a night of hanky-panky you’ve got another think coming.”

“C’mon, Mike, it’s not like that. It’s just that we’ve been on the go all day and both of us are dog tired. Give a guy a break here.”

“Listen to me, Doyle. I’ve been round too many corners with you not to recognise feigned indignation when I hear it. The last thing on your mind is sleep, unless it happens to be in the arms of a pretty redheaded CIA agent. Sorry to do this on you, old buddy, but I need you back in London ASAP.”

Devon told him about the murder of Charles Nightingale before adding: “There’s something else I need to go over with the whole team. Even though this is a secure transmission I don’t want to go into it right now. Suffice to say, we need to take an urgent shift in direction.”

Doyle recognised the change of tone and his response to an emergency was typically brief. “I’m on my way.”

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