Ten thousand feet in the air Fludd turned to his long time partner and confidante Ruben Poyser
" Have we heard from Krey"
" Not as yet " Poyser replied
Fludd looked out of the planes window ,watching the sun setting over Italy
" What you reckon "
Poyser sipped on his Gin and Tonic before answering
" About Krey or Tutbury "
Fludd turned to him
" Both"
Poyser took another sip
" Tutbury will try his hardest to find the star , I don't know about Krey , really not sure , never have been "
Both men were returning from the Vatican following what could best be described as a productive positive meeting and were returning to Manchester Airport
" Find me as much as you can about Krey will you Ruben we must be ready before The Presiden's speech .
Poyser nodded " Yes sir , when is it the speech again "
Fludd looked at his watch " Two weeks today "
A Black Mercedes drove them at speed through the VIP security gates at Manchester and they headed for Salford .
Fludd loosened his tie and turned to Poyser
" How quickly could you get me the information on on Krey "
" Will be on your desk at 9am tomorrow morning " Poyser replied , he knew what Fludd was thinking and what this meant .
" Fludd nodded " Who security checked him Ruben"
" The Americans did Sir "
" He ever worked for The Vatican lot "
" Not as far as I know "
Fludd tapped the window as if drumming
" Tomorrow then nine am , Thank you "