““Simpson shook his head. ‘As I said to Richter only last week, the days when traitors to Britain could get just a slap on the wrist are over, at least as far as I’m concerned. After we’ve questioned you and we’ve milked you dry, I’ll make sure that you die, and preferably painfully. You’re a dead man walking, Holbeche. You just don’t know how long you’ve got left.’ Holbeche shook his head. ‘That’s never going to happen, Simpson. You know it and I know it.’ Quite deliberately, he raised the Glock to point it at Simpson’s head, and the beginnings of a smile appeared on his face. The two men behind Simpson fired instantly, the two shots so close together that they sounded almost like a single report””
