And what do you want?”The Voice. Snarling, filled with anger, incredulity that anyone should dare to challenge him.“You don’t need to know. What do we want? The folding stuff, of course.”“You’re not Circle, I know that. They’ve all filled their beaks from me.”I laughed, making the sneer evident. ...
But I’d never been involved in the murder of a pregnant Russian army officer before; my first and probably best idea was to head to the Kazakh border and hole up for a couple of decades. But Marina Gurchenko’s murder put me firmly in between two of the country’s most powerful men: the Minister fo...