Conrad caught up with Pete as O’Brien turned the bathroom door handle and pushed the door open.
“Stay here,” O’Brien growled to Pete, and turning on the light he walked into the bathroom.
Conrad moved around Pete and stood in the doorway, watching O’Brien, who glanced over his shoulder and saw Conrad. It was only with a tremendous effort that O’Brien managed to keep his face expressionless.
O’Brien opened the big cupboard door and glanced inside, then he crossed over to the shower curtains. His heart was beating so violently he could scarcely breathe.
He turned his broad back towards the door and partially blotted out the shower curtains from Conrad’s view. Then he parted the curtains and glanced inside.
Even though he was expecting to see Ferrari behind the curtains, the shock of looking into those deep-sunken murderous eyes made his heart turn a somersault.
Ferrari, as still as a statue, held an automatic in his right hand which pointed at O’Brien’s stomach.
For a split second the two men looked at each other, then O’Brien dropped the curtain and still keeping his face turned from Conrad’s watching eyes, he went over to the toilet basin and began to rinse his hands.
Thunder crashed overhead, and lightning coming through the small window filled the bathroom with a dazzling flash of light.
Conrad came into the bathroom.