We waited until the waiter brought my whisky.
I raised my glass to the two brothers. “To lasting Anglo-American relations.”
“Cheers to the future.”
We each took a sip, then I set down my glass and looked into Bryan Sebring’s blue eyes.
“All right, if Noel Burdon has decided to expand his…business…that falls to MI5. Can you tell me why the CIA is interested in him?”
“First, I have to ask what you know about the Leoni Faun.”
I blinked. “Nothing.”
“I’ll give you a brief account of it.”
Bryan leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, but before he could say another word, Jefferson spoke. “It’s cursed.”