He’d been caught up with Rask in a two-hour teleconference with Interpol and Detective Mooney. Photographs of Yu were in circulation. Police from the local command in every village had been put on alert, from Portofino through to Livorno. He had to admit, the various law enforcement bodies had acted swiftly, and to date there was no cause for criticism. But there was also no such thing as a fail-safe plan, and the police were as capable as anyone of ballsing things up, sometimes with horrific consequences. He’d learnt that lesson twenty years ago when only Rask had been convinced of his father’s innocence. Dean shut down the memories and studied the radar again, checking the blip that was the cruise ship. ‘Chart a course into Portofino. Stay a mile due west and two and a half hours ahead of the ship at all times. Full knots.’ Alain nodded. ‘Shall I call ahead for a berth?’ ‘No.’ Dean turned away from the bank of terminals. ‘We’ll anchor offshore.’ He left the bridge, wondering if Marina had woken up.
