So what do you do now, how do you make a living? Henri reached for a second bottle and opened it. Get on with it I want to know it all.
So Kelly did, talking through the drink and, while Henri Legrande sat there impassively, smoking one Gauloise after another, taking in everything, including the Talbot saga, which somehow merged seamlessly into the Al Qaeda connection.
There was a long silence when Kelly finished talking, and then Henri Legrande sighed and shook his head. You would appear to be in deep shite here, my friend isnt that what you say in Ulster? The situation seems plain. Either you sort out this General Ferguson and his people or Al Qaedas merry men will hold you to account, and whatever they decide is bound to be unpleasant.
So what the hell do I do? Kelly asked.
You go and have a long hot shower and sober up. Henri checked his watch. Ive got to close the shop and make some calls, so you sort yourself out and well go and have a great dinner somewhere and decide on our next move later tonight. Im going to help you to get you out of this stupid mess youve got yourself into. Who better than your old teacher?
For Gods sake, Henri, I turn up out of the blue after all these years. Kelly shook his head. Its not right.