TWENTY-SIX
They found a small, intimate bar in Beccles’ town square and Chaise brought the drinks over and put them on the table. He sat down, took a sip from his glass of beer, and sat back to study Colin as he too drank. “Is your name really Colin?”
A thin smile. “Yes. I don’t feel the need to use an alias. Never have.”
“Never have? You’ve been in this business for quite some time, then?”
Colin shrugged. “You could say that. I joined the army back in sixty-eight. Junior Leaders, as it was called then.” He laughed. “A b****y joke that was. Junior thugs it should have been.”
“Is that what you were? A thug?”
Colin raised an eyebrow. “What is this, Sixty Questions?”
Chaise turned down the corners of his mouth and took another sip. “I like to know who I’m working with, that’s all. If y
