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‘Mmmhmm.’ Devereau dropped his hands to his lap. ‘If he heard about Solentino’s plan from either Geraint Vissier or Rick Moore, he might have decided that he wanted the action all to himself. Avanopoulos might be our killer.’
‘I’m on good terms with one of the alpha werewolves in Athens,’ Moretti said. ‘I’ll contact her and see if she’s heard of this man.’
‘What’s the third thing?’ Scarlett asked. ‘That’s only two lines of inquiry. You said there were three.’
Devereau opened his mouth to answer. Then he closed it again.
‘What?’ she asked. ‘What is it?’
He drew in a breath. ‘I’d been going to say RBPL. But we might already know what that refers to.’
Scarlett stilled. ‘What?’
‘That embassy kid said it himself. Royal Borough of Parks in London.’
‘But that doesn’t mean anything. There’s no such thing.’
‘London,’ Devereau said quietly. ‘Remember Solentino’s reasons for wanting me to kill you? He wanted to know if Horvarth would have any issue with you working for your own interests in Rome. Or Berlin. Or Paris.’
Scarlett stared at him. ‘And I effectively told him that as long as it wasn’t London, it would be fine. Rome. Berlin. Paris.’ She paused for a beat. ‘London.’
‘RBPL.’
‘Shit.’ She let out a low whistle. ‘So we think something was planned for those four cities?’
Devereau felt a twitch between his shoulder blades. ‘It looks that way. Greensmith herself said that Solentino’s old contact called Bartan was killed in Berlin. He had terrorist links.’
‘Fuck.’
Moretti’s face darkened. ‘Something terrorist is planned? Here? In Rome?’
‘Potentially.’
‘Why?’
‘Not for any cause or ideology.’ Devereau rubbed his thumb and forefingers together. ‘Solentino was all about the money.’
Moretti’s hands were clenched into tight fists. ‘Terrorism doesn’t strike me as a particularly lucrative line of work.’
‘Unless,’ Scarlett mused, ‘you’re planning to use it as a threat to hold cities to ransom.’
‘He wanted Avanopoulos involved because of transport issues. Solentino said himself that the Greek was amenable to transporting goods to Paris, Berlin and London and sourcing some materials that he still required.’
‘Explosive materials, no doubt,’ Moretti growled.
Devereau’s stomach twisted. Fuck. Oh, fuck. ‘I need to contact Greensmith again.’
‘You also need to rest,’ Scarlett chided, ‘or you’ll be no good to anyone.’
‘I’ll search for Vissier and Avanopoulos. You won’t be much help with that anyway,’ Moretti said. ‘In the meantime you call this Green lady and get some sleep.’ His features twisted into a snarl. ‘And then we bring all these fuckers down.’
All three of them looked at each other. ‘That sounds,’ Devereau said grimly, ‘like a damned good plan.’
Chapter Twenty One
Sarah Greensmith hadn’t yelledat him. Yelling wasn’t her style. She had, however, been icy cold and demanded that he get his arse to the airport and onto a plane to London without any further delay. She hadn’t appeared particularly impressed with his theories about RBPL either.
‘You’re basing this off what? A scrap of paper and a brief conversation with a crazed wannabe terrorist?’
