“Listen to him. He’s right,” Captain Hall said.
A flock of pain took flight in Collier’s head, pushing aside his growing consternation. Queasiness forced him into an unwilling compliance; he sat. “I’m listening.”
“Firstly,” she began, “I lied earlier. I knew Pavel was following us. His vehicle was the one you saw shortly after our arrival.” Collier nodded perfunctorily. “The real person of interest was the one following Pavel, Werner Gruener.”
That name piqued Collier’s interest. “Werner Gruener.” He touched the breast pocket of his jacket containing the sketches of Werner.
“I have no doubt that it was he who killed my men,” Pavel injected.
Collier gestured his agreement.
“Pavel and I decided to work together to ensnare him using Becker’s package as bait.”
“But don’t you think that was taking a rather big risk Captain?”
Pavel stepped into the conversation. “Sure it was a big risk, Inspector, but we had to take it. He decimated my network in Amsterdam.”
Collier cocked an eyebrow. “So, its an eye for an eye you’re looking for?”
There’s more to it than that,” rebutted Captain Hall, cutting off Pavel’s reply. “Britain’s security is at risk. It jeopardizes the only intelligence gathering network worth its salt on the Continent.”
“The Russian network.”
“Yes, Inspector, th...