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Her laugh was brittle。 'Don't look for sense in any of this；' she said。 Cora slipped from his grip and made her way towards the dining room。
A creak from the balcony above。 He looked up sharply and was just in time to see the bulky shape of Monk stepping back out of sight。 Halloran was sure the big man had been grinning。
'Well； I can see your appetite hasn't been spoilt by this morning's little upset。' Kline waved away the Arab who had been pouring him more coffee。
Halloran glanced up from his plate and returned his client's smile。 'It takes a lot to do that。'
'Oh yeah？ For a moment there in the boat I thought you were going to puke。 Couldn't figure it…there was hardly a ripple in the lake。 Unless all that mist out there disorientated you that can often make you giddy； y'know； that and the drifting sensation。 You had me worried。' He sipped from his cup。 'Youssef； give Miss Redmile some more coffee。 She looks as if she needs it。 Make it strong； leave the cream。 Cora； you've got to eat more than you do； you're going to waste away otherwise。 Don't you think she looks kinda drawn； Halloran？ You not sleeping well； Cora？' Halloran had to agree： she looked pale； the dark smudges under her eyes even more pronounced。
'I think that business yesterday is having some effect on me；' Cora said。 'Delayed reaction； I suppose。'
'The attempted kidnapping？' The incident sounded pleasurable to Kline。 'There was no problem； not with our hero along to protect us。 Those bastards didn't stand a chance； am I right； Halloran？ Not with you around。 I bet they couldn't believe their eyes when they saw our car reversing away like a bat outa 。 。 。' He didn't plete the sentence； gulping coffee instead。
'Hopefully your own driver； Palusinski； will have learned the technique by now。 That and a few others to get away from a road…block fast。' Halloran continued eating； a surprisingly good English breakfast provided by the two Jordanians。 He noticed that Kline； for all his jibes at the girl； hadn't eaten much either。 Monk probably made up for the pair of them in the kitchen。
'Were you an army man； Halloran？' The question from Kline was unexpected。
'Most of your outfit are ex…military； aren't they？' Kline went on。 'You ever killed anybody？ Shot them dead； knifed them？ You ever done anything like that？' Cora was watching him； along with her employer。 Halloran leaned back from the table。 'What makes you ask？' he said。
'Oh； curiosity。 Wondered if you had the capability。 Can't be an easy thing taking someone else's life away。 No； got to be the hardest thing in the world to do。 Or is it？ Maybe it's easy once you have the know…how； the experience。 Have you had the experience？ Could you do it？'
'It would depend on the situation。'
'Hah！ Let me give you a situation then。 Suppose those creeps yesterday had managed to stop our car。 Suppose they came at me with guns…which； presumably； given the chance they would have。 Would you have used your own weapon'？'
'That's why I'm here； Kline 。'
'Okay。 Let's change the scenario a little。 Say they held a gun at Cora's head and threatened to blow it off if you made a move towards them。 You got your own gun in your hand and it's pointed in their direction。 They're dragging me into their car and the guy with Cora is blocking your way。 What would you do in that situation？ Would you risk her life to protect me？ I'd be interested to know。' He smiled at Cora。 'I'm sure she'd like to also。' Halloran looked from one to the other； Kline grinning； enjoying the moment； Cora uncertain； as though the question was more than academic。
'I'd let them take you；' he replied。
Kline's grin faded。
'Then I'd negotiate the ransom for your release。' His client's fist hit the table。 'That's the wrong fucking answer！ You're being paid to look after me； Halloran； nobody else！ Not her； nobody！' Halloran kept his tone level。 'By shooting the one who held Cora…and I could probably do it without her being harmed…I'd be endangering your life。 Everyone would get gun…happy； and undoubtedly you'd be the second target after me。 It'd make sense to keep things peaceful； bargain for your release later。' Kline was noticeably quivering。 'Bargain far my release？ You crazy fuck。 They could take the money and then kill me。'
'It doesn't work that way。 These people are normally professional in what they do…to break a negotiated contract would mean they'd lose credibility next time。'
'You talk as if the whole thing is nothing more than a business。'
'That's just what it is； a multi…million pound business。 Kidnap and ransom has bee one of the world's few growth industries。 Sure； every once in a while you get amateurs trying their hand； but they're few and far between； and generally frowned upon by their own but more petent kind…their bungling makes successful transactions more difficult for the professionals。 It doesn't take organisations like mine； or the police； to discover which type we're dealing with； and I have to admit I prefer to be up against professionals …they're more predictable。'
'And that bunch yesterday？ Haw would you classify them； Hall or an？' Kline's fists were clenched on the table…top and his lips were drawn tight。
'I'd say they knew what they were doing。 The car they used wasn't traceable； they were patient and waited for exactly the right moment。 Fortunately for us we had them spotted before they made their move。'
'They weren't that good。 They failed； didn't they？'
'Only because we were better。 And the fact that they managed to get clean away confirms my belief that they were petent。 Once the first attempt failed they didn't pound their mistake by giving chase。 That could have been too messy。 My guess is they'll be patient a while longer； wait for the right opportunity to e along。 Or； at least； engineer that opportunity themselves。 Now they know we're on the alert they'll be even more cautious。' 〃They'll try again？' It was Cora who had asked the question。
Halloran looked at her in surprise。 'Of course。 But at least we have the slight advantage of knowing our client is a definite target。'
'I already told you that！' Kline was glaring at him； but although his wards were spoken angrily； the shrillness had gone from them。 'Why d'you think Magma hired your pany in the first place？ You think I'm on some kind of ego trip？ Or suffering from paranoia？ This is a real situation； Halloran； I told you that from the start。'
'Okay； so let's go back to an earlier question： who or what organisation do you think is behind it？ I still can't accept that you've no idea。'
'Have any of your previous so…called targets known just who was out to get them？ Why d'you expect me to？'
'Because you were aware before an attempt was ever made。' Kline's sigh transmuted into a groan。 'After all I've shown you； you still don't believe。'
'It's precisely because of what I know about you that I don't understand why you can't sense who your enemies are。' For the first time Kline looked unsure。 His eyes went to Cora； then back to Halloran。 'There's the mystery； Halloran；' he said。 And then； as if to himself； he repeated； 'Yeah； there's the mystery。' Once more