carrying a briefcase and a number of files tucked under one arm. She seemed harassed, an impression heightened by her hair blowing over her face in the wind.
‘He did but unfortunately he didn’t come across what I hoped he might. I’m going to have to go to Kelly’s flat myself.’
‘You can’t,’ said Mary flatly. ‘It’s in the no-go area.’
Dewar stood there, stock still, as she brushed past him, greeting the volunteers and apologising for being late. Karen, who, like the others, had turned to witness Mary Martin’s arrival, noticed the look on Dewar’s face and came back over to him as the crowd filed inside. ‘Something wrong?’ she asked.
‘I’ve just been told the yobs have control of the virus.’
‘You’re serious?’
‘I didn’t realise Kelly’s flat was in the no-go area. I’d been assuming it had been left safe and secure after the Public Health people had dealt with it. Now it’s under threat from any yob who cares to break into it. With a bit of luck, they won’t realise what’s in there but this changes everything.’
‘What are you going to do?’
Dewar looked at her distantly. ‘I’ll have to find some way of getting in there to recover the vials.’
For once, heavy town traffic was welcome as Dewar drove back to the Scottish Office. He needed time to think. He hadn’t even considered that Kelly’s flat might be in the area controlled by the yobs. He tried convincing himself that there was no reason for them to break into it but, on the other hand, Kelly was a known addict; he associated with known addicts. Someone might just have reasoned that he might have had drugs hidden away there and, as he wouldn’t be needing them any more, … It was too risky to leave to chance. He’d have to recover the vials as soon as possible. But how?
Instead of driving straight back to the Scottish Office he took a detour to Fettes police headquarters and sought out Grant. ‘I’ve got a problem,’ he said.
‘Join the club,’ replied Grant.
‘I’ve got to get in to the no-go area in Muirhouse. I’ve got to get into Michael Kelly’s flat.’
‘Then you want the Brigade of Gurkhas,’ said Grant sourly.
‘I’m serious.’
‘I can see that,’ said Grant. ‘Are you sure this is absolutely necessary? I mean a matter of life and death. Absolutely no alternative?’
Dewar shook his head. ‘Believe me, there must be a million things on this earth I’d rather do,’ he said. ‘Kelly left some glass vials in the flat. They contain pure, concentrated smallpox virus.’
Grant’s eyes widened. ‘How the f …’
‘Don’t ask. But you can see why I’ve got to get them back.’
‘Bloody hell,’ murmured Grant. ‘Have you told old Cammy Tulloch about this?’
Dewar shook his head. ‘No, I wanted to hear what you had to say first. ’
Grant sighed and swung his feet up on the desk. He thought for a moment before saying, ‘Tulloch would go by the book; he knows no other way. In the circumstances that would probably mean a full scale assault on the block using armed officers. He’d figure that something as big as this would warrant it. We could be talking big time casualties here. World war three maybe. The trash maybe don’t have guns but by God they’ll make up for it with bricks, bottles and Molotov cocktails. They’ll burn the flats down rather than surrender them.’
‘Paradoxically that would be an acceptable outcome,’ said Dewar. ‘At least fire would destroy the virus.’
‘Maybe one problem solved,’ said Grant. ‘But as I see it, the trouble would spill out into other areas and there’s a real chance we’d have widespread anarchy by morning. No law and order at all.’
‘We’ve got to keep what order we have,’ said Dewar. ‘It’s vital that the vaccine programme goes ahead or we can kiss good-bye to the city.’
‘Then you’re talking an under-cover operation with just a few people,’ said Grant.
‘I suppose I am,’ agreed Dewar. ‘In fact, I’m thinking just two. What d’you say?’
Grant looked at Dewar without expression. He said, ‘You’re asking me to engage in a covert operation without my superior officer’s knowledge, knowing that he’d be totally opposed to it?’
‘You know the flats; you know the people; you know the good guys from the bad guys and most importantly, you know how they think,’ said Dewar.
‘That still doesn’t get me in there in the first place.’
‘I’ve been thinking about that on the way over. I heard earlier the yobs were letting in ambulance crews. There was also a report about a doctor and a nurse being allowed in to visit a sick child.’
Grant smiled cynically. ‘Sounds like them,’ he said. ‘They all like to think they’re Robin Hood at heart.’
‘Be that as it may, I thought we might borrow an ambulance and answer an emergency call.’
‘Might work,’ agreed Grant.
‘Well?’
Grant sighed and shook his head as if to show it was against his better judgement ‘I don’t know,’ he said. ‘It’s been a while since I worked the area but some people might just remember me. That could be bad news.’
‘I take your point, said Dewar. ‘But maybe with a cap on and a change of uniform …’
‘I must be crazy but okay, I’ll do it,’ said Grant. ‘I’ll organise an ambulance and some uniforms.
‘We’ll have to choose our time,’ said Dewar. ‘That means waiting until we see how the night’s going.’
‘If the yobs come out to play again tonight it might not be possible at all,’ said Grant. ‘They may use fire barriers again to stop any invasion of what they see as their territory.’
‘If you monitor things here, I’ll do the same. It won’t take us long to meet up if the moment seems right.’
Dewar drove on down to the Scottish Office. There was a message waiting for him from Sci-Med in London. The Ministry of Defence hadn’t stone-walled this time. They had stated categorically that smallpox had never been used in any experimental programme instigated by them and had at no time been seriously mooted as a potential biological weapon either during the second world war or afterwards in the cold war period. They cited the existence of a highly effective vaccine as sufficient reason to rule out its use as a potential agent.
‘Well, well,’ muttered Dewar. ‘Where does that leave us?’ He looked for the other message he was expecting but found nothing. There was still no reply to his enquiry about the location of Michael Kelly’s last job.
Dewar found Hector Wright down in the operations room updating his epidemic map with the day’s figures coming in from the hospital.
‘How’s it looking?’
‘See for yourself,’ replied Wright.
Dewar took a closer look at the map of the Muirhouse estate with each red-flagged pin indicating an confirmed smallpox case. He asked what the blue markers were.
‘Schools and church halls to be used as vaccination centres. Many of Mary Martin’s team have spent the day preparing them. All we need now is the vaccine.’
‘And the black ones?’
‘Temporary morgues, should we need them. At the moment the crematorium is coping.’
‘Gut feelings?’ asked Dewar.
‘The vaccine has to come tonight, not just for practical reasons but for psychological ones too. If we don’t have some good news soon all that fear and uncertainty out there is going to change to anger and resentment.’
‘I understand the police have been telling the people the vaccine will be available from tomorrow,’ said Dewar.
‘I think Tulloch was trying to stave off another night like last night. It’s a big gamble. If the vaccine doesn’t come and all hell breaks loose tomorrow, I suspect the superintendent’s going to be spending a lot more time with his family.’
‘I hope he’s successful for personal reasons apart from anything else, said Dewar.
Wright looked at him quizzically.
‘I’ve got to go in there tonight.’
‘What the hell for?’
