The question batted around Mac’s brain as he sat tense in the driver’s seat of the car outside the building that housed the butcher’s and Calum’s office. He pulled out his mobile. Toyed with it in his hand as he decided whether to contact Reuben. No doubt word had already reached the arms dealer about what had gone down at the car wash, but he wouldn’t know what had happened to his son. Mac knew he shouldn’t feel a fuck of emotion, not for a man who ran an illegal arms-trafficking outfit. But Reuben wasn’t just a criminal; he was a father as well. A man who gave his kid a lavish birthday party. A man who would be devastated by what had happened to his boy, just like Mac had been twelve months ago. He made his decision. ‘It’s me.’ ‘Sergei’s dead . . .’ There was control in the other man’s voice, but Mac could also hear the spark of something else. Anger? Grief? He wasn’t sure, but whichever it was, this man’s world had been thrown down a path he wasn’t expecting.
