Even for Sean, he was much too quiet. Sean Meyer was quiet on many different planes. His hands and body were always quiet unless there was something to engage them. It made his actions all the more intense. Even back when he’d been one of the most feared sergeants on the Special Forces training course I’d abortively attempted in the army, he’d never had to shout and bawl in order to instill a dread respect in his trainees. The quieter he was, the more scared of him we’d all become. The clever ones, at least. And now, most people wouldn’t have spotted there was anything wrong. He’d been nothing but coolly professional while we’d ejected a still-protesting Matt from the restaurant and evacuated Simone and Ella to the safety of Harrington’s office at the bank, where security was tight as a matter of course. For speed we’d used Harrington’s waiting car and driver rather than retrieving our own vehicle, and I’d half-expected Sean to order me to stay with them while he went to fetch it.
