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him stay. He had a drink from his glass then took out his mobile and made his first call.

Chapter Three
    Inspector Suarez was punctual to the minute. Jimmy watched the black SEAT pull up behind the palm trees where it had picked her up. She got out, said something to the driver, then closed the door and the car pulled away. Jimmy turned back and looked out to sea where the big white ferry was imperceptibly shrinking in size as it moved away from the shore and headed back towards the horizon, and England.  England, almost a foreign country now, although he had once called it his own. Did he miss it? He wasn’t sure. Would he ever go back? Probably not.
    Suarez walked through the trees to his table and Jimmy pulled his attention away from the ferry. This meeting was business, the ferry-watching was just nostalgia. Suarez sat down, took off her sunglasses and put them into the neat, black handbag on a long strap which hung from her shoulder. Thank God, he thought, no more pissing around with sunglasses.
    It was, if anything, hotter than when they had first met, but she still looked the same, the heat didn’t seem to affect her. Crisp white shirt, black skirt, high heels, fresh as dew on a morning lawn. A cool blonde. Someone in control. She hung her handbag over the back of her chair, sat down and looked at the table, then at Jimmy.
    â€˜No drinks? I thought you were buying,’ she gave him a false smile, ‘to celebrate our second date, remember?’
    It was a good beginning. Jimmy hoped it would last after what he was going to tell her.
    â€˜I told the waiter to bring them when you arrived. In weather like this I thought you’d prefer your beer cold.’
    The smile became genuine and she sat back.
    â€˜Weather like this isn’t weather like this. When it gets really hot it’s what we call weather like this.’
    Better and better, thought Jimmy, or was she just a very clever copper? But he decided he didn’t care. He liked her.
    â€˜You should have told me that before, it might have saved us both some time and effort. If I thought it could get any hotter than it is already I’d have been happy to leave.’
    She was in no hurry, she was prepared to shoot the breeze for a time.
    â€˜What’s the matter? Have you got something against sunshine?’
    â€˜Not in moderation, I’m a great believer in moderation.’
    â€˜Like not killing more than a couple of people at any one given time? That kind of moderation?’
    The waiter came to the table with their beers. Jimmy let what she’d said pass. He’d made his calls, she was here to listen and it was time to get down to business, so he took a drink and began to talk.
    â€˜I was sent to see Jarvis about something he told a local priest, a Fr Xavier Perez. Fr Perez is retired now but it seems Jarvis had struck up an acquaintance with him when he first came out here looking at property and Fr Perez was still a local parish priest He used to go to Mass at Fr Perez’s church. I was told that when Jarvis came out here to live, they became friends, and when the priest retired Jarvis used to visit him. On his last visit Jarvis said that he had stumbled across some information, information that was both serious and dangerous. A very senior Catholic cleric in the Basque region was an inner member of the ETA Army Council, actively involved in strategy and policy.’  Jimmy could see from her eyes that he had her full attention. That would have popped your sunglasses off, he thought, pity you put them away.  ‘Jarvis told Perez he was frightened, said he didn’t know what to do. For some reason he refused to go to the authorities, also he wouldn’t tell Perez how he came by the information. Jarvis wanted Perez to arrange for him to talk to someone from the Catholic Church, someone who could advise him. The priest said he’d see what he could do. He wrote the whole thing down and sent