Exit wound, p.30
Exit Wound, page 30
Julian wanted me to work for him and I told him I might. But not just yet – I had some things to do.
It took me ten minutes to reach the basement car park of my docklands apartment block – a glass-and-steel monolith that had had its final lick of paint, the estate agent told me, the day Lehman Brothers went to rat shit. Their crunch had been my gain. If you’ve got cash in your back pocket, recessions are a great time to clean up, the experts say. Since in every other recession I’d ever lived through I’d been penniless, I was only just beginning to find out.
My biggest problem was not really knowing what furniture I needed for the penthouse two hundred feet above my head. But help was at hand. Anna was arriving tomorrow and staying over – as long as she only ever smoked on the balcony.
I had two outings planned: a trip to IKEA, followed by a night out at Mamma Mia. She was a smart girl, but I doubted that even she would get the connection.
Also by Andy McNab
Non-fiction
BRAVO TWO ZERO
IMMEDIATE ACTION
SEVEN TROOP
SPOKEN FROM THE FRONT
Fiction
REMOTE CONTROL
CRISIS FOUR
FIREWALL
LAST LIGHT
LIBERATION DAY
DARK WINTER
DEEP BLACK
AGGRESSOR
RECOIL
CROSSFIRE
BRUTE FORCE
Andy McNab, Exit Wound
