It had been a relief to get into his car with its comfortable seats and air conditioning, but you wouldn’t have known it to look at him. His face remained red and bothered, and he mopped his brow occasionally as his driver wove his way through the back-streets of Belgravia towards Piccadilly. ‘Get a move on,’ Tunney said more than once, only to hear a cautious ‘Of course, sir’ in reply. He was late, and he didn’t want to give Sir Ainsley the opportunity to start the meeting without him. There were things he wanted to say. As he approached the room, he knew Andreas had already arrived – his cropped-haired companion was standing outside, silent and steely as always. Tunney nodded at him as he opened the door and walked inside. As he did so, he could immediately sense a tension in the air. Cooper and Andreas were standing at either end of the room. Both men were extremely good at remaining expressionless, no matter what they were thinking, but the lack of any small talk was clearly significant: there may have been nothing being said, but there was clearly plenty left unsaid.
