The Watchman
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Elizabeth (Here's to a dance so many years ago).
He kitenga kanohi, He hokinga whakaaro.
(To see a face is to stir the memory.)
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
To my agent Barbara Levy, editor Mark Booth, Assistant editor Hannah Black and the rest of the team at Century.
PROLOGUE
Sunday, 11 February 1996
Northern Ireland
There was a moment when Ray Bledsoe might have escaped with his life. If he had trusted his instincts at that moment if he had reached for the Walther PPK and emptied the magazine through the side windows of the black taxi as it pulled into the parking bay alongside him he might just have made it. He'd been an undercover soldier for three and a half years now, quite long enough to know bad trouble when he saw it, and a glance at the skinheads in the taxi had told him that this was the worst trouble of all. As he looked away he could feel their eyes lock on to him in icy, murderous anticipation.