Chapter 8
The sleek black S Class Mercedes moved slowly up the ramped car park levels to the top and pulled into a free space. The cityscape view of Hammersmith shimmered under a threatening dark sky and the patter of heavy raindrops began to rap on the windscreen until a downpour opened up and the city lights blurred into abstract shapes through the glass.
A white van pulled up beside the vehicle and the driver of the Mercedes nodded at the face looking back at him. The figure turned off his engine and jumped into the passenger seat of the Mercedes.
“Viktor. How nice to see you again. You’re late.”
Viktor nodded to the man he knew only as ‘The Marquis’ and slammed the door shut.
“Traffic is a b***h in this city…so why don’t you sue me. Why am I here?”
The Marquis reached to the back
