Within five minutes of sitting down at his table in Little Home Thai, Serrin suddenly felt like everyone in the place was watching him. Glancing around furtively, he saw two men in suits appear in the doorway, press a wad into the head waiter’s hand, and stride across to his table. He almost panicked, but forced himself to reason that these couldn’t possibly be a couple of avenging assassins. You don’t get iced for preventing someone from being killed, he told himself. Or do you? At least these two didn’t look like Arabs ...