Chapter 71 Dealing With Traitors

• When St Just entered the rooms where Sean Kirby had his offices, the older man, in his late forties, straightened up. Kirby was a man who was tending to plumpness, his large beer belly straining against his belt, the expensive suit sitting incongruously on his rotund frame. He looked suddenly ill at ease as he saw who his vistor was. But pinning a false smile on his face, he extended his hand and said in a jocular tone, attempting a fake cheerful tenor,,
• “St Just? Uh huh…Something wrong? I …I don’t recall any meeting set up…”
• His voice tailed away as he saw the hard look on the face of the young man before him who ignored his outstretched hand.