The phone rang loudly in John's ear, his nerves already highly sensitive thus waking him with a start. He groggily reached for the receiver.
"Hello..." Nothing but static on the line, but just before he was going to hang up a voice from the other end of the line.
"John, are you there?" it's Rupert Palmer from the Foreign office. Yes, I'm here Rupert.
I have news of your niece...Lea, Rupert went on quickly.
John sat up abruptly in bed and turned on the bedside lamp. Yes, what is it he asked excitedly?
Look, she's been detained in Bangkok in this bloody messy little Coup that they're having. What? How did you know she was there?
A passport check was made with the British consulate in Bangkok two days ago for both Lea and her traveling companion. Listen...do you know an Italian national by the name of Alessio Mancino? the static chattering down the line.
No, why should I?
Interpol has been tracking him for sometime he also goes under the assumed name of Gino Fiorio....do either of these names ring a bell he asked solemnly?
Do you know if she's been seeing this man prior to her trip? Rupert went on asking question after question before John interrupted him.
Look Rupert I'm confused? Lea left London before me on her way to Hanoi, and as far as I know she was traveling alone. When she hadn't arrived I put a call into Craig at the Yard. There was silence on the other end of the phone...
Listen what's this all about?
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