Claire felt giddy. The sight of all the blood and gore had been much worse than she’d expected. She’d also been surprised that Hershey actually had brains, but the evidence of their presence was there for all to see, which was when she’d vomited...
Elodie hadn’t really understood what had happened at first, but Hershey was dead. She didn’t know much about anything (she was French, after all) but she knew she was in trouble. Big trouble...
Konstantin was somewhat disappointed. What a basic way to kill someone. There was no finesse. Murder should be something akin to art, otherwise Konstantin felt he was no better than a simple butcher, slaughtering a dumb animal. But on the other hand he recognised that speed was of the essence and that was sometimes all that mattered. So he shrugged and put up with it...
Jack was delighted Hershey was dead. He felt a huge sense of relief, a weight the size of London lifted from his shoulders. He could stand tall again. It was over, everything would be straightforward now. Let’s be honest, nothing in the rest of his life could be as problematic as getting up the nerve to kill someone...
Mr Lamb hadn’t yet done what he’d come here to do. He had to wait until he was alone. Until then he simmered. No, he was furious. He’d never had such a strong emotion in his life; it was odd to have a feeling. Mr Lamb knew this was all getting too far out of control. It had to stop, but right now he couldn’t figure out how to bring everything to a satisfactory conclusion. He stood back from the window, watching the street but out of sight as he thought...