All pressure to introduce sanctions against Presia had stopped. Perhaps people where coming round to my way of thinking.
Strangely I had been thinking about James when I heard a knock of my door.
'Sorry to disturb you but I have made some changes to the transport reforms we discussed last time we met. Do you mind if I go over them quickly?' he asked.
'Sure' I said. 'Take a seat'.
James closed the door carefully and took a seat across from my desk.
He placed a note in front of me then began talking about transport.
I lifted the note and began to read.
You are in immediate grave danger. An attempt is going to be made on your life tonight. There will be a bomb placed under the passenger side of your chauffer driven car. It will go off on your way home from your meeting at the Glitz Hotel.
PLEASE TAKE THIS THREAT SERIOUSLY AND FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS CAREFULLY.
When you leave the hotel ask your driver to stop when you reach the underground station on Marvouragh Street. Get out and head for platform 2.
'I will be in touch soon. Please look over these notes carefully' James said standing up.
He took a baseball cap, sunglasses and a train ticket from his pocket and set it on my desk.
Was he crazy? I had no intention of going anywhere.