5.
Twenty minutes later and we were having a strange meeting in the little living room of Adrian’s hotel suite. Harry, completely dressed, was sat in an armchair with little Sean in his arms, wrapped in a hotel blanket.
Adrian, still in his pyjamas and dressing gown, was on the sofa with me huddled at his side in the hotel bath robe.
Tyr had put on another one of Adrian’s suits and he was perched on the edge of the bed as though it were the most comfortable position in the world.
He spoke.
‘I heard the radio distress call,’ he said, going straight to the point. ‘There was no time. The weather conditions wouldn’t have allowed a helicopter to fly anyway. I went there.’
‘How the hell? Did you fly?’ Harry growled.
Tyr nodded slightly.
‘An armed unit. Observers,’ he continued, telegraph
