CHAPTER 56
— MR. EVANS, my name is Jeremy O'Hara, the American embassy hired me to defend you and...
Greg had just woken up and had breakfast.
— I appreciate your effort, Mr. O'Hara, but your presence here at this time, or any intervention by our government, will be unnecessary, we are in the midst of an important investigation where lives depend on our efforts.
— Sorry, I think I misunderstood...
— You came here to defend me, but in my opinion there's nothing to defend, I came to London to catch some smart— ass who likes to do riddles, until he kills his own victim and we're almost there.
— You killed an English citizen, and this English citizen is an MI6 agent, which increases the gravity of the fact, do you know the seriousness of this crime?
— Yes, I know, Mr. O'Hara, you can rest assured, when the time is right, everything will be resolved in the best way possible, trust me.
Suddenly, an agent enters the room.
— Mr. Evans, could I have a word with you, sir, I won't be long.
— But of course, make yourself comfortable.
The lawyer started to get up to leave, but the agent signaled that it wasn't necessary.
— We've got a problem.
— If it's within my field of competence, I'd be happy to help, I crossed the Atlantic Ocean for that.
— It's just that I figured that because you're in custody, you'd refuse, I wouldn't even blame you if you did that, it's just that in this case we have no option for help.
— This is a mere strategy, soon everything will be resolved in the best way, now, proceed.
— The killer left a new clue, maybe that will lessen the seriousness of the crime he committed and help you in your judgment.
'And Agent Smith?'
— Unfortunately, he had an accident and died.
Greg didn't seem to quite digest the carefree way in which he took the news.
— I'm sorry.
— So do we...
— I'd be happy to help, although I don't think there will be any problems with my culpability.
— Less bad...
He showed the drawing:
'Do you know what that means?'
— I have no idea, it appears to be some sort of lithographed tiger with some letters in... Arabic in the middle, I think...
— That's almost it... it's a poem by...
— William Blake — he said, cutting him off.
— That's right, how do you know?
— Because in this case it's all about William Blake, so tell me what the poem says.
The agent read it and Greg replied after thinking for a moment.
— How many monuments or works in London are identical, as if they were mirrored?
— Have you discovered the meaning yet?
— These guys follow a very amateur modus operandi, despite being intelligent at the level of geniuses, it's not something that difficult to track, once you get the hang of it, our problem is more time than technique.
— I'm going to look up all the places in London that are symmetrically alike...—
— Time is short, Agent Handerson… I don't know if you have that much time to spend asking questions, knowing you've come looking for answers.