The woman and the Hebrew sat listening, their faces intent. The two Greeks wanted to have done with it. George could feel their restlessness. He knew they were not interested in what he had to say. He sensed that they were planning how to get rid of his body when they had finished him.
He told them about the whip and the visit to the cottage.
“I don’t really know how it happened. She gave me the gun. I heard her slip hack the safety catch, but it all happened so quickly that I had no chance to do anything As soon as I touched the trigger, the gun went off.”
Max blew his nose.
“I don’t think there’s anything else to tell you,” George went on, leaning back in his chair, suddenly tired. “A lot has happened to me since then, but I won’t bother you with that. I don’t know what you want to do with me, but I know what I want you to do with her.”
They looked at him "What do you want us to do with her?” Emily asked softly. “I want justice,” George said simply.
“Sydney’s gone,” Max said, looking down at his veined hands. “No one can touch one of us without paying the price. Crispin was one of us, you know.”
Emily touched his arm. Her eyes reached George’s face. “Where is she?”
George told her.
She got to her feet. “We’ll go and see her.”