CHAPTER 29
Kevin walked to the truck park to find Roger sitting on the bonnet of the borrowed Fiat, drinking coffee and eating from a packet of biscuits.
Right next to the tiny Fiat sat the massive form of Madge with her driver’s door wide open. “Coffee, Kevin? Nice crunchy cookie?”
“No, thanks.”
“So did you finish my written report on the history of Park Road over the last thirty years?”
Kevin was saved by his phone. “It’s Kurt,” he said.
Roger scratched his bare head. “Kurt being the friend of yours who just happens, by sheer chance, to be in Thailand. Correct?”
Kevin nodded.
“You and your friends seem to have acquired the most mystical powers, Kevin. I see huge commercial opportunities in telepathy and making coincidences happen. Just think, with your contact, you could buy up all of Khan’s properties and start your own terrorism operation.”
Kevin seemed distracted. “Kurt has sent two photos,” he said. “He wants to know if it’s Cass because he hasn’t seen him for a while. One shows him with a beard, one without.” He held out the phone to Roger.
“How has he got these?”
“I’ll ask.”
Roger munched biscuits as Kevin tapped his phone. “So, is it Cass?”
“Wait.”
“Are you telling me to wait, Kevin?”
Kevin nodded. “Kurt says he got the photos from an American.”
“I’m rapidly losing the bloody plot, Kevin. What American?
“I’ll ask, but you told me not to swear, Roger.”
“Sorry. It’s my age.” Roger waited.
“Kurt says his name is James.”
“Nice name, but who the hell is he?”
“He says he’ll find out and let me know. Meanwhile, he needs to know if the photo is of Cass or not? I’ll tell him I think it is, even the one with the beard looks a bit like him.” Kevin tapped away again.
“While I wait, I’m going for a drive. Are you coming?”
“Where are we going?”
“To check out Mr. Greg.”