‘Colonel, he’s an arms dealer. It could be anything. Germ warfare, nerve gas; hell, it could be a bomb, for all I know.’
‘I think that’s most unlikely,’ said the Colonel. He used the end of his walking stick to rearrange the foliage around a small flowering shrub.
‘You know he offered me a quarter of a million dollars to work for him?’
‘Did he?’ said the Colonel. ‘Now why would he do that?’
‘To stop me asking questions, and to make sure that no one else sees what the Russian is giving me.’
The Colonel walked by the side of the school along a gravel path and Cramer followed him. ‘This could be a set-up, it could be the killer making his move. You have to go through with it.’
‘I know. But what about the stuff the Russian gives me?’
‘I gave Vander Mayer an undertaking that we wouldn’t be looking into his business. He has a similar undertaking from the Americans.’
‘So even if what he’s doing is illegal, there’s nothing we can do?’
The Colonel nodded. ‘We’re not here to investigate him, we’re here to catch a killer.’
‘So I just take this sample, whatever it is, and I don’t ask any questions?’
‘What does he want you to do with it?’
‘He said to put it in the safe in his apartment.’
‘So that’s what you do.’
Cramer exhaled deeply. He could see that there was nothing he could say that would change the Colonel’s mind.
‘And, of course, you get to keep the money,’ the Colonel added without a trace of irony.
‘Terrific,’ said Cramer. They walked together around the back of the school. Two men in bomber jackets and faded blue jeans were patrolling the perimeter. One of them waved at the Colonel, who raised his stick in salute. ‘The Americans know what we’re doing, right?’ Cramer asked.
‘Absolutely. I’m liaising with the FBI in Washington, and they’ll be providing extra manpower once you get to New York on the same basis that the SAS will be covering you in London.’
‘So why are you involved? Why has this become a British operation?
‘Because we have the expertise. Because the Prime Minister has taken a personal interest.’
‘But the target’s an American and from the files I’ve read I’d say there’s a good chance that the killer’s a Yank, too.’
‘You might be right.’
‘So why are you running the operation? The Americans have got Delta Force and all sorts of covert people buried in the CIA. It’d be a great opportunity to earn a few Brownie points from the PM.’
The Colonel stopped. He held the walking stick as if it were a shotgun and sighted along it. ‘There are security considerations that I’d rather not go into,’ he said. He mimed pulling a trigger. ‘But it was felt that it would be more appropriate for the operation to be run from here.’
Cramer had a sudden flash of inspiration. ‘They’ve used him, haven’t they? The Yanks have bloody well used him.’
‘There’s no proof of that,’ said the Colonel, starting to walk again. ‘But we can’t rule it out. Like you say, there are lots of dark corners in the CIA that haven’t seen light for a long time. There are people with hidden budgets answerable to no one who wouldn’t be averse to paying a freelance to take care of a little business. And at least two of the victims wouldn’t exactly be missed by the US Government, if you get my drift.’
‘So the FBI doesn’t even trust its own people?’
‘No, the Bureau’s safe, at least the people I’m dealing with are. But the fewer Americans involved, the better.’
Cramer nodded. ‘Understood.’
‘Are you okay?’ the Colonel asked.
Cramer realised that he’d been holding his stomach. ‘Yeah,’ he said.
‘Are you sure?’ The Colonel’s concern was genuine.
‘It’s not just indigestion, Colonel. This pain isn’t going to go away.’
‘I could get painkillers from the Doc. Something strong.’
‘Not yet,’ insisted Cramer. ‘I want to go into this with a clear head, I don’t want anything that’ll slow me down.’
‘It’s your call,’ said the Colonel.
‘I know.’ Cramer wiped his face with his hands. He was sweating, despite the cold night air. He desperately wanted to change the subject; it wouldn’t take much for the Colonel’s concern to change to pity. He started walking again and the Colonel followed. ‘This banker, the guy who takes the contracts for the assassin. How do his clients know how to get in contact with him?’
The Colonel frowned. ‘What do you mean?’
‘Well, he can’t advertise, can he? So how does he drum up business?’
The Colonel pulled a face. ‘Word gets around,’ he said. ‘The sort of people and organisations who can afford his fee talk to each other. Phone numbers are exchanged. He’s a neutral, he doesn’t take sides, he’s a tool to be used by anyone with enough money.’ The Colonel narrowed his eyes. ‘Let’s face it, Joker, if you wanted someone killed, you know people who’d do it for a couple of thousand pounds. Maybe less. Hell, you probably know people who’d do it for you as a favour, right?’
‘Right,’ Cramer agreed.
‘This guy’s the same, he just operates for much bigger sums. The people who need him know how to get in touch. Word gets around.’
‘Okay, but if you and the Yanks know who the banker is, why can’t you just haul him in and put pressure on him?’ Cramer smiled without warmth. ‘We both know people who’d love the opportunity for a spot of show and tell.’
‘Wouldn’t do any good,’ said the Colonel patiently. ‘They never meet, I doubt that they even talk to each other. The banker is like a circuit breaker — if we trigger him the killer will know we’re on to him. He’ll just disappear, then start up again somewhere else. It’s a perfect system.’
‘What about the money? Can’t that be traced?’
The Colonel shook his head. ‘It’s not even worth trying,’ he said. ‘All he’s got to do is press a few buttons and it can be routed through the Cayman Islands, Paraguay, anywhere. Forget it, Joker. This is the only way we’re going to catch him.’
Cramer rubbed the back of his neck. The skin was damp there, too. ‘The way he does it. The way he shoots them in the face, then the heart.’
‘What about it?’
‘It doesn’t feel right. I’m sure the guy has a reason for doing it that way.’
‘You can ask the profiler when he gets here.’
‘There’s nothing about it in his report.’
The Colonel scraped his walking stick along the gravel path. ‘What are you getting at?’
‘You shoot a guy in the head if he’s tied up. If he can’t fight back. That’s how the IRA do it. They tie the guy up and they shoot him in the head. Bang! That’s how the Mafia do it, too, if they can. Tie the guy up and blow him away. Maybe that’s how the guy used to operate, and the head-shot became a habit.’
‘Possible,’ said the Colonel.
‘Or maybe he did it that way by accident the first time. Maybe he killed a guy before he became a pro. Maybe he got into a fight and shot a guy, got him in the head with the first shot. It worked so he figured that’s how he’d do it in future. It could be as easy as that.’
‘You’re just guessing,’ said the Colonel.
‘Maybe. But did the FBI check if there had been any other killings using the same method, killings that weren’t high profile assassinations? Killings that might have taken place while our guy was learning his trade?’
The Colonel nodded thoughtfully. ‘Okay. I’ll find out. And don’t worry about Vander Mayer’s consignment. It’s his business, not ours. You just concentrate on what you’ve got to do.’
Cramer grinned. ‘Concentrate on being bait, you mean? Sure, I can do that.’
The Colonel returned the grin. ‘Yeah, I knew you were the right man for the job.’
