Ferguson paused for a moment. ‘This is what we’re going to do instead.’
‘The plan is still good; we can make it work.’
Ferguson continued. ‘I’m afraid I don’t share your optimistic evaluation of the circumstances. Your incompetence thus far has made it even more difficult to salvage this operation. Have you forgotten what’s at stake here? Because I haven’t.’
‘Of course I know what’s at stake. You’re the one who’s losing sight of the objective, not me.’
‘You arrogant little shit,’ Ferguson said with a smile. ‘I’ve spent my entire career moving from one mission to the next without letting anyone get in my way. I’ve never lost sight of an objective. You can count on that. But I’m not going to put my freedom in jeopardy because you seem incapable of killing one man.’
‘I think you overestimate Tesseract’s chances.’
‘I think you overestimate your own.’
‘Nothing has happened so far that cannot be fixed.’
Ferguson shook his head. ‘Stand the contractors down immediately.’
‘What? No, we have to keep them ready.’
‘Tell me why exactly? May I remind you of the considerable efforts it took to track Tesseract down in the first place when he didn’t know we were trying? Now that he knows people are after him, do you think that’s going to make him easier to spot? Frankly, I’m amazed you think that’s a workable course of action at this time, and I’m even more amazed that you’re willing to put more people at risk after what just happened to McClury.’
‘What else are we going to do? Hope Tesseract dies of natural causes and leaves us the location of the missiles in his will?’
‘Comments like that do nothing to reassure me, Mr Sykes. You don’t leave me any choice. I’m taking it out of your hands.’
‘What the hell does that mean? What are you going to do?’
‘Something I should have done from the very beginning. Had I known this killer would be quite so adept at staying alive I never would have waited. I’m making a call.’
‘What? To who?’
‘To someone who can help us. There’s a man I’ve used before. An expert.’
‘An expert?’
‘A killer.’
‘Who?’
‘He’s not on our files, he’s SIS.’
‘As in the British Secret Intelligence Service? That’s insane. What about the British government?’
‘They’ll never know. He’s a contract agent. He’ll just do some moonlighting for us.’
‘Moonlighting?’
‘MI6 can’t pay him what I can.’
‘What’s the guy’s name?’
‘You won’t have heard of him. His name, or at least the name I know him by, is simply Reed. From this point onward he takes over the hands-on part of this operation.’
‘This is ridiculous; we don’t need an outsider. It’ll only complicate matters.’
‘I don’t care if it does complicate matters. Getting this mess buried is all I give a damn about. The only way we can proceed is by using an outsider.’
‘That’s bullshit.’
‘If you can’t speak like a grown-up, don’t speak at all. What else are we going to do? Gather together another bunch of clueless mercenaries? Or just dispatch more former company men and hope no one joins the dots if they don’t come back?’
‘We can still make it work.’
‘You’re not hearing me. Now that McClury is dead our hands are tied. You’ve had your chance and you’ve failed. Reed is our only hope of getting this situation cleaned up without bringing us into the spotlight.’
‘And where are you going to send this Reed? Like you said, we don’t know where Tesseract is any more.’
‘Tesseract can wait for the moment. Reed can be in Paris by the morning.’
‘Why Paris?’
‘I don’t think we have any time to waste. Do you?’ Sykes shook his head, unsure what question he was answering. ‘Good,’ Ferguson continued. ‘When Reed lands in Paris I want him to meet up with your man on the ground as soon as possible. What’s his name again?’
Sykes kept his face level, trying not to show he didn’t have a clue what was being discussed. ‘John Kennard.’
‘That’s right,’ Ferguson said. ‘Have Kennard supply Reed with a list of everyone who’s had an active role in this operation. Reed will then take care of the rest.’
‘What do you mean? Why would he need that list?’
Ferguson didn’t answer, but his eyes, peering through the steam from his cup, said it all.
‘Jesus,’ Sykes gasped, finally understanding. ‘All of them?’
Ferguson nodded as if it was of no consequence. ‘And they will be missed.’ He didn’t skip a beat. ‘But sacrifices must be made for the greater good.’
‘The greater good?’
‘All right,’ Ferguson admitted with a half smile that Sykes didn’t appreciate. ‘Maybe not for the greater good, but for the good of you and me. I am still assuming that you don’t want to spend the rest of your life behind bars?’ Ferguson paused and Sykes didn’t respond. ‘I didn’t think so, and that is the price of failure here, Mr Sykes. You are still aware of that?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘This operation of ours has failed.’
‘Sir, I think it’s too early to-’
‘Shut up and let me finish. This operation has failed. Achieving our original objective is now a secondary consideration. Getting our hands on those missiles is going to take nothing short of a small miracle, so I suggest we focus our efforts elsewhere.’
‘What about the list of buyers I’ve been working on?’
‘For the time being you can forget the money, Mr Sykes. Our priority at this moment is to make sure we come out of this with our skins intact. The only way this could’ve worked was to have no loose ends, but we’ve gone way past that. Now, it’s damage limitation. We can’t have people walking around with knowledge of an illegal op that spectacularly failed.’
‘But none of them know the full details of what we’re doing or even who they’re working for. Only one is true agency anyway. And besides, we’ll need to use them again if we’re going to make this work, and they’re good, they’re trustworthy.’
‘Don’t kid yourself. They’re about as trustworthy as you are.’ Sykes’s eyes narrowed. ‘Or I am for that matter. What if one of them puts the pieces together about what’s been going on here, what are we going to do then? Hope they don’t tell anyone?’ Sykes looked away. ‘Alvarez is already on the scent and looking as if he might actually be getting somewhere. Or maybe that fat idiot Procter will stop worrying about his promotion prospects long enough to make the appropriate leap of faith. Do you really think that this disaster will stay buried if anyone besides ourselves knows even some of the details?’
‘But two are Americans, for Christ’s sake.’
Ferguson’s expression didn’t alter. ‘It’s unavoidable.’
Sykes’s head rose slowly. ‘You haven’t just decided this, have you?’ You would have had them killed even if things had worked out perfectly.’
Ferguson nodded. ‘Eventually yes, using Reed over an extended period of time, but this accelerates the urgency.’
‘And when did you plan on telling me?’
‘Don’t get all precious on me now, Mr Sykes,’ Ferguson said. ‘I told you at the very beginning if we were going to pull this off it had to be completely clean. No traces back to us. What did you think I meant?’ Sykes’s eyes dropped a fraction. ‘You’ve been in this business long enough to know what I was talking about. You may not have
