Two days later, we were set to leave.
“Hurry it up, you f*****g moron,” Malossini snapped at me. “We gonna miss the plane.”
“We’re going to Rio,” I singsonged. I had myself firmly in my strong-but-not-quite-bright henchman persona. “Sorry, Boss.” I gave him a scatterbrained smile, loaded the luggage in the boot, and got in beside Sebastian.
Sebastian kept his gaze to the front, but I could see his sideways glance in sympathy. He’d always struck me as a nice guy, and how the hell he’d wound up working for a maniac like Malossini…
“All set, Boss?”
“Yes, I’m all f*****g set. Just get us on the road.”
Sebastian put the Austin Mini into gear and headed for the airport.
We arrived at Heathrow to find the two seamen waiting in the BEA international lounge. Andy was smoking a cigarette, whi
