Chapter Three“A moment, if you don’t mind, Miss?” The man flashes a quick smile at me, but his eyes don’t seem friendly at all as he towers over me.
I look down at his other hand to find some kind of official-looking ID in his hand with a big dark blue Metropolitan Police logo across the top. Who is this guy? I glance up at the officers ahead of me, but they’re not even looking in my direction.
“Detective Clyde, Met Police Counter Terrorism Command.”
His words make me pause to read his credentials again. I suppose it could be real; he’s even got a metal badge-type thing attached to the other side of the leather ID card holder.
“Miss, you were seen earlier this evening with a person of interest in one of our investigations. It is of the utmost urgency that you tell me everything you kno
