They saw Frost rise and move to the door. He entered the observation room and joined the other two men, closing it behind him. ‘What do you think?’ Cobb asked immediately. ‘Has he got something?’ Frost looked at him, wiping his brow. ‘I hate to say it, but yes, sir. I think he has. He wouldn’t be that cocky without good reason.’ Cobb double-checked the time on his watch. ‘Shit. We’ve got just over two hours until midnight. There’re crowds gathering all over the city,’ he said. ‘Bombings, rocket-launchers, stolen ambulances. What the hell are this lot going to come up with next?’ Crawford was looking intently at the suspect through the glass, saying nothing. Cobb noticed. ‘What are you thinking?’ he asked the American. ‘I’ve encountered my fair share of guys like him since I joined the Agency,’ he said as he watched Number Eight next door.
