Hannah helped herself to coffee from the machine and was sipping it when Daz appeared.
'Listen, tell me the truth,' he said. 'He's as woozy as hell, yet he keeps trying to tell me he's got important things to do, and I presume by that he means the usual kinds of things you, Dillon and the Brigadier get up to.'
Absolutely, only this time it's something so dangerous that there's no way he can be involved in his condition. Dillon will handle it.'
'Yes, well, he would, wouldn't he? What do you want from me?'
'I know it sounds unethical, but couldn't you sedate him?'
'Hmm. That might be the best solution.' He turned to Martha. 'He really needs a sound sleep. You know what to do.' He smiled at Hannah. 'If you want to see him, better do it now.'
Blake was propped up, his right shoulder and arm bandaged, and looked awful, his face haggard. Hannah leaned over and kissed his cheek.
'How are you, Blake?'
'Terrible. I just need a rest. A couple of hours, and I'll be fine. When are we leaving?'
'Later this afternoon, but take it easy for now.'
'Christ, it hurts.'
Martha, lurking in the background, came forward with a glass of water and a couple of pills in a plastic cup. 'Here you go,' she said to Blake.
'What are these?'
'Painkillers. You'll feel a lot better soon.'
Hannah held his hand for a while, and slowly it relaxed and slipped away, as he stared blankly at her.
'There he goes,' Martha whispered. 'He'll be asleep for hours.'
They went out and found Daz at reception signing a few letters. He looked up. 'All right?'
'On his way to dreamland,' Martha told him.
'Good. I must go. I've got an operation scheduled at Guy's Hospital.' He smiled at Hannah. 'You'll monitor the situation?'
'The Brigadier will. I'm needed elsewhere.' She nodded to Martha and went out with him to where the Daimler waited. 'Can I give you a lift?'
'I was going to get a taxi, but, yes, a lift would help.'
'Ministry of Defence first, then you belong to Professor Daz,' she told the driver, and they drove away. 'I hate March weather,' she said. 'Bloody rain.'
'Oh, dear, it's like that, is it?' Daz smiled. 'As may not have escaped your attention, I'm a Hindu, Hannah. Personal vibrations are important to me, and I sense you're up to your neck in trouble again, the Dillon kind of trouble.'
'Something like that.'
'When will you learn?'
'I know. I'm a nice Jewish girl, unmarried, with no kids, but very good at shooting people.'
He took her hand. 'Hannah.'
'No, don't say a thing. Dillon and I will go off and save the world again, only increasingly, I wonder what for.'
In Ferguson's office, she said, 'So what's the situation? Dillon and Billy Salter are fine. They're both master divers and Dillon is an expert boat handler. That leaves me and Sean Regan.'
'And without Blake, you're one short.'
'Exactly, sir.'
Ferguson got up, went to the window, and looked out. He turned. 'This kind of black operation works best without official special forces intervention. That's why I haven't given the Kilbeg bunker to the SAS. It has to be the kind of job that never happened.'
'Yes, I see that, sir. On the other hand, we could do with another gun, just to be on the boat when Dillon and Billy are doing their thing on shore.'
'It's a difficult one. Do you have any thoughts?' 'Yes, I do actually. An excellent gun.'
'And who would that be?'
She told him.
Dillon and Billy were sitting in the window seat at a pub in Oban, just finishing a superb Scottish breakfast of kippers, poached eggs and bacon, washed down with hot steaming tea, when Dillon's mobile rang.
Hannah said, 'Blake isn't good. They've sedated him. He'll be out for hours.'
'So you'll be on your way with Regan?'
'Yes, but Sean, we've got a problem. With you and Billy on land, and me with Regan on the boat, we need another gun. No big deal, just somebody reliable who really knows what he's doing.'
'And who would that be?'
She told him what she'd suggested to Ferguson, and Dillon laughed. 'Why not? There's nothing like a professional soldier. When will you leave?'
'Two o'clock. Be with you about four-thirty.'
'I look forward to it.' Dillon closed his phone and smiled. 'There you go, Billy, you'll have to mind your manners.' 'What do you mean?'
So Dillon explained.
Ferguson accompanied Hannah to Pine Grove when she went to pick up Regan. He was in Roper's suite again, going over a few points, and Helen Black stood by, with Miller.
Roper said, 'Well, I think the bastard's told the truth, or his version of it, anyway.'
'I damn well have,' Regan said.
'You'd better.' Ferguson smiled coldly. 'If not, I'll see you stand in the dock, Regan. Fifteen years.' He nodded to Miller. 'Take him and prepare him to move out. Put the manacles on.'
Miller complied, and Ferguson said, 'Get on with it, Superintendent.'
Hannah said, 'We've got a problem, Sergeant Major. You are aware of most of the facts, but let me summarize. We're sailing to County Louth from Oban late this afternoon. There'll be Dillon and Billy Salter, and me to guard Regan. Blake Johnson is unwell after the treatment for his gunshot wound. We're short a gun.'
'I see.' Helen Black smiled. 'How long have I got to pack?' 'Half an hour.'
'Then I'd better get moving.' She was out of the door instantly.
Later, at the main entrance, Hannah led Regan down the steps and eased him into the Daimler onto one of the extra seats. The driver had put the luggage in the boot and Ferguson stood at the top of the steps with Helen Black, who wore a khaki jumpsuit. They were alone for a moment.
'I'm grateful, Helen.'
'Tony's in Bosnia at the moment,' she said, referring to her husband. 'The Household Cavalry has two troops there.' 'I know, my love.'
'There's no need to worry him, but you'll obviously see to things if anything goes wrong.'
'My dear Helen.' He kissed her cheek. 'Just believe in Sean Dillon. He is a bastard of the first order, but my God, he's good.'
'You didn't need to tell me, not with the years I spent in Ulster. See you, Charles, and thanks for asking me to the party.'
At Farley Field, the Gulfstream was ready. Madoc loaded the luggage, then took them in. As Parry and Lacey came on board, Hannah made the introductions.
Lacey said, 'There's a bit of a headwind. It'll be an hour and forty-five minutes, but could run to two.'
He joined Parry in the cockpit, the engines started, and they moved away, taking off very quickly and climbing steeply.
Regan held out his manacled wrists. 'Can I have these off? I'm not going anywhere.'
Helen Black laughed. 'That's true.' She took out a key and unlocked him.
Madoc appeared from the galley. 'Tea, ladies.'
