Chapter 696

• Piers
• When his father’s message landed on his phone out of the blue, Piers was at the dining table, grabbing a quick bite before heading out for the Club, where he had set up a temporary office. He was still mulling over Patrick O’Connor’s words.
• The Arab Sheikh, wily as ever, had sent out feelers; he wanted more of the cut from the arms dealings in the Middle East. It had been a blunt request and Piers had been angered by the brusque tone of the older man.