In the middle of the night the phone rang.
Not Jack?
Not another dismembered body?
Surely?
It was Tosca. At the sound of her croaky hello, Troy turned to see if Kitty had woken. She hadn’t.
‘Where are you?’
‘Heathrow. My plane leaves in less than an hour.’
‘Leaves for where?’
‘Not gonna tell you that. We don’t have the time. I just wanted you to know you blew it.’