“Well done Lorna, my way would have been much harder and probably more painful,” said Guy as they reached the top.
Bertil was as Lorna had described him, a large jovial Norwegian with a big smile on his face. He embraced Lorna and shook Guys hand. “You put me in a difficult position but for you Lorna, anything.”
“I do appreciate it,” she said sweetly and smiled at him. “No problem,” he said, and then swivelled round in response to loud shout from a large man running toward them. Lorna cringed. “That’s one of my father’s personal henchmen, a nasty piece of work called Max Hammerling, built like a Bavarian ox and boasts he puts his head in liquid concrete to harden it,” continued Lorna with distaste. “Come on time to make ourselves scarce.” Bertil led the way downstairs Guy and Lorna follo
