‘So where are they headed?’ asked Mac.
She shrugged. ‘Don’t know.’
‘Diane, you have to think about this. Where are they going?’
She shook her head. ‘North? Maybe? I don’t…’
She was synthesising, trying to please him. In Mac’s experience, when an interrogation got to this point you either went straight to the hard stuff, or you let them rest. He’d try to get something from her, maybe spare her the unpleasantries.
‘Okay, what do they want with the VX bomb?’ he said.
‘I didn’t even know it was a bomb until you told me,’ she complained. ‘Stop trying to trick me, okay? I’ve been up all night with that shit.’
He couldn’t tell if she was lying. She was tired, there was a drugs component and Sabaya and Garrison were not the kind of people to tell their secrets to a fl oozie. There was no reason to tell her they had a VX bomb or where they were taking it. On the other hand, Diane may have been turned by Garrison and been planted back in the British camp to keep an eye on things. It had happened thousands of times before – it was the basic building block of counter-espionage.
He went for the easiest question of the day. ‘Diane, what’s on that ship?’
Her eyes sparked up. ‘Gold!’
‘Gold?’
She nodded. ‘Thousands of tons of the stuff.’
Mac continued on for a while but didn’t get any further. He was a pro, she was a pro. They both knew the game and they weren’t getting anywhere.
He wanted to talk about them, work out the real stuff. The cabin was wired for sound and Mac knew the boys from Six would have a great old laugh about McQueen grovelling to a bird. But he didn’t give a rat’s. ‘I thought you were the one. You know that, don’t you?’
She shrugged, offhand, her beautiful pale eyes suddenly looking cruel.
‘That it?’ asked Mac. ‘A shrug?’
Diane gave him an impassive look. ‘Guess it’s wrong girl, wrong number.’
Mac didn’t get females sometimes.
CHAPTER 45
Mac opened the patio doors. The bloke called Sri looked him up and down, exhaled smoke and fl icked the butt over the edge without looking where it would land. Mac hated that.
‘She needs sleep, guys. Get her down to MMC,’ said Mac.
The blokes glanced at one another. All Poms, but looking like a spectrum of Asia: Paul Filipino-Mex, the other bloke Chinese and Sri with his southern Indian fi zzog.
Sri was obviously in charge and seemed like the guy who looked after the pliers and crocodile clip department. Mac clocked his big wrists and forearms, had a fl ash of what he’d do to Diane.
Mac may have just been played by a beautiful woman, but he also felt disgust at what Sri might be planning to do next. Maybe his lust and love for Diane were still there. Couldn’t work that one out. What he knew was that torture and bashing were the lazy spook’s way of doing his job.
Sri and Mac stared at one another and Paul stood, grabbed Mac by the arm. They walked back into the kitchen.
‘Watch it, mate,’ said Paul.
‘What? That wanker?’
‘Not in the Marines now, tough guy. I’m telling ya, friendly like, don’t fuck with Sri.’
‘Diane’s lost it, mate. Drug-fucked. Detox her and let it come back. Do it natural,’ said Mac.
Paul nodded, smiled.
‘What?’ said Mac.
‘Oh, nothing.’
Mac felt a blush start. ‘You’ve got a fi lthy mind, know that?’
‘Oh, come on, mate.’
‘Me come on? Would Sri be so keen for the wet work if Diane was a bloke?’
They stared at each other.
Paul looked away fi rst. ‘So what did you get?’
Mac thought about it. ‘Well she had no idea they’d taken nerve agent off Golden Serpent.’
‘Okay.’
‘And that white ro-ro ship on Brani? They did steal it. And it’s loaded with gold.’
‘Fuck me!’ said Paul. ‘How much?’
‘A lot, she reckons. Starting to see a motive?’
Paul shook his head. ‘The greedy cunts!’
‘Not what I’d write in my report, but you’re getting there.’
Mac noticed something. Looked down at Paul’s chest. ‘What the hell’s that?’
Paul looked down, pulled apart the dome fasteners on his new grey ovies. There was a massive black and blue bruise on the right pectoral. An egg yolk was developing in the middle.
‘Christ, mate!’ said Mac.
‘Yeah, imagine it without the kevlar.’
‘Spaghetti bolognaise,’ said Mac.
‘Fucking paella with Tabasco.’
Mac saw the oven clock. ‘Mate, gotta be somewhere at noon.’
‘Where you going?’
‘Man about a dog,’ said Mac.
‘You too, huh?’
They got out of the Humvee, into the intense heat and humidity of a late morning at Halim Air Base. Mac had it at thirty-seven degrees.
The MP got out of the driver’s seat, came around and gave Paul his SIG and Mac his Heckler.
A bunch of Army guys toted bergens to a Black Hawk and John Sawtell appeared out of a hangar behind them. Back in his BDUs and wearing a boonie hat and sunnies, Sawtell greeted the spooks. Mac wondered if he’d been drinking last night, trying to erase the memory of the kids in the container.
Mac kicked it off. ‘Mate, need a detour to Brani Island. Can do?’
‘Can do, my man. Didn’t DIA tell you? You guys are calling the shots.’
They hugged the coast back up to Singers, Sawtell sitting behind the pilot. The other six sat in webbing hammock seats in the back.
Mac keyed the mic and asked Sawtell why they appeared to be going a slower return route. They’d come straight over the sea on the way into Jakkers.
‘Asymmetric routes,’ Sawtell shouted above the din. ‘Never fl y an exact return route. Never know who’s down there with a SAM, waiting for you to come back the way you went.’
The fl ight would take an hour and a half. Mac relaxed, trying to put pieces of the puzzle together. See how it worked out.
It looked like Garrison and Sabaya had planned the Golden Serpent to heist a shipload of gold. It seemed like a lot of trouble to pull a heist.
Maybe it worked if you saw it through locals’ eyes? If Mac took the Edi approach – that Sabaya and Garrison were carrying out an inciting incident to give the Chinese naval base more leverage – and added that to the Cookie theory that wherever Sabaya and Garrison went, there was loot, then what you had was a unifi ed theory. Sort of.
Mac wasn’t going to buy it just yet. If it was that simple, then where did the stolen VX bomb fi t in? Just a decoy to keep the port closed down a bit longer, to get the Americans and British and Singaporeans searching for
