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Gassin

Max felt slightly morose. The contrast between flying in Gemma’s jet to Nice a couple of days before and making the same journey crammed into a commercial plane on his own wasn’t doing much for his spirits.

He buckled his seat belt and established squatting rights on the armrest with his elbow. How they got away with calling such tiny seats ‘club class’, he had no idea. He shut his eyes to avoid any contact with the girl sitting next to him. He hadn’t even noticed whether she was pretty or not.

It wasn’t long before his nemesis crept into his thoughts. Vivid images of Pallesson were haunting him: laying out his evidence on a drug op before his station chief in Moscow, smugness personified; and worse still, the memory of him obliterating Corbett’s head. Then the possibility that he had got Corbett killed by stumbling in on the party.

‘Bastard,’ Max said, not quite under his breath. He opened his eyes and glanced at the girl to his left, who was regarding him with a slightly perplexed look on her face. She was reading one of those crap magazines that girls of her age always read on planes.