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station. He splashed his face, then inspected his weary reflection in the warped mirror. Jesus. His brief affair with Natalia had led him to places he’d never thought possible. Poor girl… he’d never wanted this to happen. Not in a million years. What sort of man arranged to have his wife stabbed in a public square like that? Dylan gazed into his own eyes and saw a generally decent man in there. Certainly not someone like Vladimir Orlov. He vowed that this was the last time he’d get mixed up with anything dangerous or dubious. Straight down the line from now on. His priorities had swerved now that Sarah was back in his life, and he needed to keep her out of trouble. Metallic pain pierced his heart as his mind switched Sarah for Natalia in today’s terrible scene. There was no way…
    He prepared himself to face reality again by breathing deeply into his lungs, standing tall, and setting his face to confident, then – happy with what the mirror showed him – he strode back out to the featureless side-room where Sarah and Joseph were chatting quietly on a fraying couch, drinking tea from polystyrene cups. It smelled musty in here, like an ancient closet full of worn-out overcoats.
    “Hey,” Dylan said, joining them. He reached down and rubbed Sarah on the cheek. She closed her eyes and relished his touch, like a cat nuzzling its owner’s hand. Sarah was a strong-minded woman, but he was worried he’d dragged her in above her head. And as for his little brother… Joseph had been through a lot recently what with losing Ivan. The last thing Dylan wanted was for him to have some sort of mental breakdown.
    Dylan opened his mouth to ask if they were both okay – which was a silly question after what had just happened – but he closed it as his lawyer strode into the room.
    “Dylan, hi,” he said. They shook hands.
    “Jim, thanks for coming so quick.”
    Jim was a tall wily middle-aged man who Dylan had appointed as Grafton Techs’ legal head as soon as he’d arrived in London. He was balding, slightly grubby, and always had a five o’clock shadow. But what he lacked in suave appearances, he made up for with ruthless legal prowess.
    “Right,” Jim said. “The police are ready to begin, but I suggest you only speak to them in my presence, okay?”
    “Are we in any trouble?” Sarah asked.
    “None,” Jim said. “You haven’t been arrested so you’re under no obligation to stay here. You’re doing them a favour. As a witness to an offence, you –”
    “Offence?” Joseph scoffed. “Is that lawyer-speak for ‘a brutal coldblooded murder’?”
    Jim ignored the interruption. “– you aren’t obliged under UK law to answer any of the detective’s questions.” He pinned Dylan with a stare that probably scared the hell out of witnesses in court. “Technically you could just walk out now, Dylan.”
    “I know. But I need to find out what’s going on.”
    Jim glanced at Sarah. “Was Natalia Orlov – uhh – dear to you, Dylan?”
    “No, but she died right in my arms. And I’m potentially about to do business with her husband. Her widower.”
    “Her murderer,” Joseph muttered.
    Jim transferred his stare to Joseph. “I wouldn’t go around making accusations like that without proof, young man.”
    Dylan intervened before Joseph was able to give whatever sarcastic reply was formulating in his mouth.
    “Look,” Dylan said. “In my mind, the police are helping me with my enquiries. I just wanna find out what the hell’s going on.”
    Jim’s face remained as cool as an ice-bucket. “Fine. I’ll go and tell the detective my clients are ready to talk.”
    Dylan wasn’t sure why he had such an instinctive dislike of the police. Perhaps it was because of the rumours of his father’s gun-running past, which had haunted the family in the decades since he’d given it up – if he had indeed done it. His dad wasn’t telling, and none of the brothers were keen to know the truth. But Dylan was keen