Chapter 18
The day was another glorious one and John Rhodes was glad he had driven down to Braintree if it only meant getting out of the city for a few hours. Leo Smith, an adviser to the parliamentary committee of MPs, wanted to meet away from any prying eyes, which John understood perfectly. The two men had known each other since university and Rhodes had recently reached out with a phone call.
He pulled his Audi A4 into a narrow road that ended at Bocking Blackwater woods that dominated the south side of Blackwater River. There was a lone silver Jaguar parked in a small enclave, set against the trees behind. Smith got out of the car to greet him, dressed in a casual chequered shirt that looked somehow out of place on him. He was a tall lean man with little hair, baldness having taken
