It was someone he wasn’t expecting to hear from at all. ‘Remy? How are you? I’m really sorry about the whole Backhouse defection thing.’ ‘I’m sad, more than annoyed. I’m fond of Andy. He’s been amazing to get me this far. But I like Oliver. The rest of my team’s still there. So I’m okay. I have faith in them all.’ ‘Good,’ said Straker genuinely. ‘I was worried this might’ve knocked us all off our game.’ ‘I think Massarella’s far more likely to do that,’ she said without levity. ‘Talking of which, can you update me on the sabotage issues?’ ‘Sure.’ ‘Where are you at the moment?’ Sabatino asked. ‘London.’ ‘Can we meet up this evening? Did you have any plans for dinner?’ Just before seven that evening Straker was waiting for Sabatino at a table in the London institution of Rules in Maiden Lane. She walked in on the dot of their appointed time. Several heads turned as she walked through the restaurant.
