him to admit it, Detective Bates was speaking the truth—no one would turn a hair if they arrived to find a beautiful woman on his arms. After all, it had happened on numerous occasions before.
‘Once you’re alone, Lydia will give you more details and try and glean any information from you that might give us some insight as to who this person might be. She’ll also brief you about how the next few days are to be handled. But that conversation can only take place in your hotel room, and even then only when Lydia is satisfied that the room is secure and that you’re definitely alone. Whenever you are out of your room or there is another person present you are to act as if you’re lovers…’
Kevin paused for a moment, giving Anton time to digest the instructions. He was slightly bewildered by the stunned expression on Santini’s face—the fact that his life might be in danger hadn’t initially evoked even a hint of reaction, but now, Kevin decided, clearly shock was setting in and the truth must be starting to hit him. The Detective’s voice was a touch gentler as he continued. ‘Now, to make your initial contact look accidental, we thought you could make your way over to the breakfast bar—’
‘What do you mean—initial contact?’ Anton sneered, desperately trying to regain some semblance of control, forcing himself to drag his mind away from Lydia and back to the conversation. What on earth was he talking about? Did this buffoon not realise it had already been made? That the initial contact had been well and truly taken care of?
But just as he was about to correct him, he checked himself. Long ago Anton had learnt that any knowledge, however unimportant it might seem at the time, was a vital tool that could be used later. That to keep the upper hand one had to be constantly ahead of the game. So instead he changed tack.
The sneer still in place, he voiced a different question. ‘Why on earth would I go over to the breakfast bar? I do not serve myself. Did you think of that when you were making your plans?’
He didn’t get an answer. The room fell quiet as Kevin’s mobile phone trilled. ‘She’s ready.’ Kevin nodded, quickly ending the call and nodding to Maria. ‘Okay, Mr Santini, there are two detectives coming up in the lift. Their names are Graham and John. Don’t talk to them—just treat them as you would any strangers—they’re going to take the lift down with you and watch until you’re in the restaurant. Once you’re there, Lydia will walk in. Perhaps you could—
‘I do not need to be told by you how to chat up a woman,’ Anton sneered, appalled now by what had taken place this morning, and more than ready to face this undercover detective and give her a piece of his mind. ‘Come.’ He snapped his fingers impatiently. ‘Let’s get this over with. Let’s make this initial contact!’
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