CHAPTER 112
IGOR AND GREG LEFT as soon as Cliff Handerson's body fell, it was the perfect time to leave the scene. When they saw Selene's expression, they came to the conclusion that it was impossible for her to have had the man she loved killed.
Once they were away from Westminster, Igor asked:
— What do we do now, Greg?
— We have to find Albion to stop all these attacks and killings, things are getting out of hand.
— It seems like it's under 'their' control…everything that's happened.
Greg nodded.
— The problem is, my mind is too tired to think, I'm at my limit.
— We need to get some sleep.
— Sleep and eat something.
Igor consented, there was a McDonalds nearby, they ate and stayed in a cheap hotel so as not to attract attention.
THE NEXT MORNING, Greg woke up refreshed.
— I thought I wouldn't wake up anymore, — said Igor in a humorous tone.
— I thought so too, but now it's time to get back to reality.
— I know… I was here thinking what their next move would be.
— Did you come to any conclusions?
— I have a vague idea.
— And what would be?
— The Queen's Annual Ball at Buckingham Castle.