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– the emblem of a very well known UK breakfast TV company. Flynn realized the luggage being placed on the quayside was in fact equipment cases. One of the people was even unfolding a large aerial of some sort.
    Flynn’s face dropped as the man with Gill stopped and shouted something at the people by the van, thereby confirming his fear that they were connected.
    Flynn’s whole being stiffened up. The man with Gill was saying things he could not hear but he seemed to be giving instructions, then he turned and pointed in Flynn’s direction.
    Jose emerged from the small galley with two mugs of tea. He picked up on Flynn’s shocked expression and stared at what Flynn was looking at.
    â€˜What is it?’
    â€˜Not one hundred per cent, but I have a very nasty taste in my mouth at this moment in time.’
    Jose handed him one of the mugs. ‘Here, drink, amigo . Sorry it is not something stronger.’
    It was one of those raging arguments held out of the hearing, but in full view of others. Two people head to head, trying vainly to keep their voices below a scream, but with their body language betraying their every emotion. One of them using open, placatory gestures, asking for reason; the other pointing, enraged, one hand slashing down in a karate-like chop into the palm of the other hand, until finally spinning away, arms up in the air; then making a strangling gesture before turning back to the other person, relenting and calming as she stepped forward and snaked a hand around his neck . . .
    â€˜Hey babe, c’mon, calm down,’ Gill Hartland cooed, stepping into the seething rage of Steve Flynn, sliding a hand around his neck.
    Flynn’s lips had been drawn back tight against his teeth in a snarl, but her touch and soothing words gradually brought him down from the heights.
    â€˜I don’t want to be on TV,’ he stated. ‘It’s not me. I don’t want to draw attention to myself.’
    â€˜Steve, you’re a mega hero, shark wrestler, baby saver, people saver . . . you’re an unbelievable guy.’
    â€˜You’ll be telling me next my middle name should be Crocodile.’ He emitted a long, steadying breath.
    â€˜Maybe it should.’ She took hold of his T-shirt and gave him a gentle shake. ‘You did something heroic and it should be brought to the attention of the public. And your story will also highlight the plight of these poor people. People in the UK hear things about them occasionally, but this’ll bring it slap-bang into their consciousness.’
    â€˜For how long, two days? It’s the breakfast time equivalent of chip paper. It’ll change nothing.’
    â€˜So what? You still deserve the recognition.’
    Flynn looked along the quayside. The TV crew and presenter stood in an impatient huddle around a camera and sound boom. Jose stood to one side of them, smirking.
    â€˜You managed to get people from a UK TV company to jump on a plane at short notice just to come and speak to me? You must have some clout.’
    â€˜Yup.’
    â€˜I think I recognize that presenter guy.’
    â€˜He’s pretty well known.’
    Flynn sighed for the hundredth time and regarded Gill. She raised her finely lined eyebrows. ‘Think of the free advertising. The charter business will go through the roof.’
    He ran a hand down his features. ‘Jee-sus,’ he whined. ‘You did it without asking me.’
    â€˜If I had done, what would you have said?’
    The corners of Flynn’s mouth twisted down cynically. No need to reply to that one.
    â€˜I have advised my client to tell you the truth and once he has said it, there will be nothing more forthcoming from him. It is patently obvious, detectives, that you are on a fishing expedition’ – on those words, Henry swallowed – ‘and have arrested my client on a wing and a prayer.’ The solicitor, Baron, sat back and invited a