““Ordering pizza—for your division—and more for the E and B team. And don’t give me any bloody grief about it. I’m a bit on edge here as I couldn’t get through the bloody, buggering door for more than five minutes—and that was after Feeney started on it before me. And my wife about to be blown to bits on the other side.” She knew the fear, the soul-emptying terror of it. She’d felt it for him a time or two. All she could do now was try to ease it. “I wasn’t going to let that happen.” “Weren’t you now?” “Nope. I wasn’t going to let the last words I said to you be ‘Later, honey.””
