herself idly wondering why COBRA – the Prime Minister’s emergency committee, named after Cabinet Office Briefing Room A – had been convened.
‘I believe they are on their way,’ said Vigo. His eyes appeared more hooded than usual and the pallor and puffiness of his skin betrayed his long hours in the Bunker.
The others, it turned out, were the new head of Security and Public Affairs, Keith Manners, who had returned from the Joint Intelligence Committee, a man named Leppard, who was responsible for the ‘deep background’ briefings of the media, and a polished, dapper little fellow from the legal department, named Bishop. Finally came Harry Cecil, who had risen over the weekend on the thermals of sycophancy.
Isis was left with several seats empty either side of her, while the six men were ranged opposite, a seating plan eloquent of the trouble she was in. She noted too that she was unperturbed, crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair.
Spelling cleared his throat. ‘Following a break-in at 119 Forsythe Street on the night of May twenty-four you were formally warned by Walter Vigo that your behaviour was not only illegal but a serious security risk. At that time Mr Vigo took pains to explain to you that anything which allowed Mrs Rahe to believe her husband was dead might in turn alert the suspects that we were aware of the Heathrow switch. Is this so?’
‘I’m not sure what you’re saying,’ said Herrick coolly. ‘If you’re asking me whether I agree that it jeopardised security the answer is no. If you’re asking whether Walter spoke to me, yes.’
‘Don’t play the dumb bunny with me, Ms Herrick,’ said Spelling nastily.
‘Okay, I agree that Walter did talk to me in the company of Nathan Lyne. But since Mr Lyne is not a member of this Service and nor was Mr Vigo at the time, I do not think that it can be classed as an official warning, not in the terms of current employment legislation at any rate.’
‘It is not for you to question Mr Vigo’s position with this office,’ said Spelling.
‘But I am right,’ she said, ‘and any lawyer would certainly back me on that, unless you can prove that Walter was re-employed by that date.’
Bishop from the legal department looked unsettled.
‘Ten days ago,’ continued Spelling, ‘you were among a number of people from this office who became involved in an illegal operation in Cairo, during which you seized a known terrorist suspect by force from the custody of the Egyptian security services. By the extent of this operation and the measure of violence offered to the Egyptians, this action can only be classed as a very grave offence indeed. It was certainly an illegal one, both in terms of the remit granted to the Secret Intelligence Service by Parliament and in the context of Egyptian law.’
Herrick felt her temper rising and she cut in. ‘Is that the same legal context that allows the Americans to export suspects to countries where torture is routine? Are the “extraordinary renditions” that emerge from these sessions part of the legal framework you refer to?’
‘Torture is irrelevant to your behaviour,’ said Spelling.
‘As a matter of fact it is entirely relevant. Karim Khan produced a great deal more valuable intelligence when he was free of duress than he did when he was being threatened by the Albanian Intelligence Service and the CIA and then subsequently electrocuted, burned and hung from the ceiling by the Egyptians. That intelligence is still live and useful, particularly in regard to his association with Dr Sammi Loz.’
‘Sammi Loz was a minor player,’ said Vigo, shifting in his chair, ‘and certainly not worth the grave risk you exposed this Service to both in Cairo and on the island.’
‘So you were aware of the location,’ said Herrick sharply. Vigo did not have time to reply before she set off again. ‘Actually, Sammi Loz is, or was, a critical part of a network we are only just beginning to understand. The Americans have long appreciated this, even if their focus on Khan concealed that fact. I assume that my communications from the island were intercepted by them and that they are in possession of everything I got from my questioning of Loz and Khan. If Loz was worthless, why on earth would they aim two Hellfire missiles at the place they knew him to be staying? If they believed he was just a bit player, why would they have mounted a surveillance operation on his apartment and offices in New York?’
Spelling leaned forward over the desk. ‘It is not for us to answer to you, Miss Herrick. And it’s not for you to lecture us on spurious terrorist networks. It is simply our concern to process the disciplinary procedure against you as fast as possible. Believe me, you are in serious trouble.’
Harry Cecil, who had been making a note of the exchanges, licked his lips in anticipation of the kill.
‘Really? I don’t see that at all,’ said Herrick. ‘I was asked by the Chief to take part in an intelligence operation overseas. In case it escaped your notice, that is the job of this Service.’
‘I will not have you tell me what our job is,’ snapped Spelling.
‘Nevertheless, I am going to tell you about this operation, the sole purpose of which was to wrest a valuable suspect from certain death, to say nothing of torture. It must be clear to you by now that the Chief ’s plan entailed reuniting two suspects in circumstances likely to induce them to betray their past and the associations they had in Bosnia and Afghanistan. This was beginning to work. It was an ingenious and thoroughly legitimate plan, and I am certain that anyone in the media would agree with that.’
‘Let me just make this utterly clear,’ said Spelling. ‘You have signed the Official Secrets Act. Any notion you have of leaking the events of the last week will meet with the gravest possible response from this office.’
‘I am sure of that, but you cannot deny that for me to have refused the Chief would have placed me in breach of both my contract of employment and my moral obligation to this country.’
‘Nonsense,’ said Vigo. ‘You must have been aware that this was the desperate act of a man who wished to cling on to power in this office. In these circumstances, you would have been quite within your rights to refuse to join this adventure, at the very least to seek advice as to its wisdom.’
‘Presumably you would have made yourself available for such a consultation?’ she said, turning on Vigo. ‘But with your record you can hardly blame me for not speaking to you.’
‘That’s enough!’ said Spelling.
‘Your relations with the arms dealer Viktor Lipnik,’ she continued, ‘and the circumstances of the attack on a plane carrying Robert Harland into Sarajevo are all well known in this Service. That’s why you were forced out. And you’re suggesting that I ask you about the morality, the advisability of an operation!’
Spelling had risen to his feet and placed both hands on the table. Cecil stopped writing and gaped at Herrick. ‘The fact of the matter, Miss Herrick,’ said Spelling, ‘is that we no longer have need of your services. You will leave this building and hand in all your passes…’
‘But I haven’t finished,’ she said. ‘You see, I don’t think you have the slightest idea what this lowlife has been up to.’
‘Perhaps it would be better if I left,’ growled Vigo.
Spelling shook his head irritably.
‘You can stay or go,’ said Herrick, relishing the dissolution of the panel facing her. ‘But nothing will stop me saying what I know.’
Spelling cast around, then said, ‘To put it in plain language, you are fired and you will remove yourself from this office forthwith. Do you understand that?’
‘I will go once I have told you about Walter Vigo, the man in whom you place such misguided trust,’ she said without a trace of emotion. ‘In collaboration with the CIA station in Tirana and the head of the local intelligence service, Marenglen, Walter Vigo conspired to mislead me and this Service about the fate of Karim Khan when he was first held in Albania. His death was faked on a mountainside so I would not pursue what was a crucial inquiry about his connections in Bosnia and Afghanistan. Further to that, he arranged for my house to be broken into and searched while he believed me to be at RAPTOR’s command centre in Northolt. Happily, the two Albanian criminals who were supplied by Marenglen did not find what they were looking for, which means I am now in a position to reveal the critical – some would say criminal – misjudgements made by Vigo in the course of Operation RAPTOR, which I emphasise came from my work at Heathrow during May.’
All six men were now standing. Spelling’s face had drained. Harry Cecil and Leppard had moved round the table to take hold of her.
‘Since you are no longer a member of this Service,’ said Spelling, ‘what you have to say is of no interest to us. You will now be escorted from the premises. Formal notice of termination will follow this day. In the meantime, I would remind you again of the very tough sanctions of the Official Secrets Act. If you choose to ignore them in the smallest way, we will come down on you so that you will live to regret it. That means certain prosecution and a custodial sentence. I trust I make myself clear. Now I have to leave.’ With this, he stalked from the room. Vigo
