He looked at his watch. It was late, almost eleven. He could pack it in for the night, but he still needed to figure out what he should do next. He needed to find out why MI6 would send someone to check out his sister’s apartment. But how to do that?
The more he thought about it, the more his mind kept coming back to the same solution. David Wills. Wills had mentioned his connection with the British intelligence agency. He could be a way in. Quinn pulled out his phone and dialed.
“Hello?” Wills’s voice was groggy.
“David, it’s Quinn.”
There was a pause. “What time is it?”
“Eleven,” Quinn said. “Thought you’d still be up.”
“Hold on.” Movement on the other end, then, “Okay. Is something wrong?”
“No. I’m in London,” Quinn said.
“I thought none of your team would be here until tomorrow.”
“I made a few schedule adjustments.”
“So you’ll get started right away?”
“Already have,” Quinn said. A happy Wills would be more willing to help Quinn with his problem.
“Fantastic. I appreciate that.”
“Any luck IDing the man in that photo I gave you?”
“None,” Wills said, far too quickly.
Quinn’s internal radar perked up, but now was not the time to pursue it. “That’s too bad. Listen, I was hoping you can help with something.”
“Any equipment or vehicles you want, just let me know.”
“Thanks. I will,” he said. “But that’s not the kind of help I’m talking about.”
“What is it, then?”
Again Quinn hesitated. Over the phone might not be the best way to do this. “I’d like to meet.”
“Now?”
“If possible.”
Wills paused. “It’s not.”
“Because you’re busy sleeping?”
“Do you want my help or not?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
“Then I’m sure whatever you need can wait until tomorrow.”
Though tomorrow seemed like a year away, Quinn reined in his impatience. “Yeah, sure,” he said. “In the morning.”
Silence on the other end.
“David?” Quinn said.
“I’m thinking.”
For several more seconds dead air filled the line.
“Nine a.m.,” Wills said. “There’s a park just north of Embankment Station. Sit on one of the benches and I’ll find you.”
The line went dead.
At least the call with David had set things in motion. What it hadn’t done was ease any of Quinn’s concerns. Orlando could do that, but she was already in the air on the way to him, so was unreachable. Nate? Not a good idea. If Liz was around, it would be hard to explain why her guest was getting phone calls from her brother.
But he needed to talk to somebody.
“It’s Quinn. Just checking in.”
“Good trip?”
“Uneventful. How are things there?”
“Uneventful.”
“You’re watching the building?”
Quinn could hear Julien moving around on the other end. “For another thirty minutes. Then I have a friend who will take over for me.”
“A friend? Someone you trust?”
“Of course it is someone I trust. Don’t worry. He is just looking for people who don’t belong. I have told him
