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Culverhouse hated airports at the best of times. They were always either full of people happy to be going on holiday, or miserable at having to go away for work or return home for a family funeral. He certainly wasn’t going on holiday, but he didn’t want to be surrounded by a bunch of miserable bastards either.
The departures information board showed him that the flight to Alicante was due to leave in two hours. He’d packed light — hand luggage only, as he didn’t know how long he was going to be staying for. If García’s contact had been wrong, he’d be in and out within a few hours. If he needed to stay longer, well, he’d taken plenty of cash and credit cards. He’d be able to buy anything he needed while he was over there.
He’d tried to speak to Charles Hawes after the call with Garcí
