Bad Company
Chapter One
Dauncey Village
West Sussex
London
2002
It was raining when they buried Kate Rashid, Countess of
Loch Dhu, a rain that swept in across Dauncey Village like
a solid curtain, sending people hurrying for the shelter of the
church. They were all there, the great and the good, to say
farewell, their cars blocking the High Street.
General Charles Ferguson's Daimler had just arrived. He
sat in the rear with Sean Dillon, who took a silver flask from
his inside pocket, swallowed a little Bushmills whiskey and lit
a cigarette.
"Are we going in?"
"No," Ferguson said.
"Then why are we here?"
"It's the civilized thing to do, Dillon. It's a great story, after
all. The world's richest woman crashing into the sea off the
English coast at the controls of her own plane. Her cousin Rupert
mysteriously disappeared." He leaned back. "You couldn't
improve on it if it was a made-for-television movie."
Dillon took another swig from his ... read full excerpt from: Bad Company ebook
