You should be my agent, Daniel.
That s the second time you ve called me by my first name. That s got to mean something. He looked beyond her and saw Ferguson, Miller, and Dillon entering the bar, Colonel Josef Lermov with them. Look who s here.
The Russian, instead of his uniform, was wearing an old tweed country suit, blue shirt, and brown woolen tie. He advanced on Holley and hugged him.
I must say you re looking wonderful, Daniel. He looked down at Sara. And this can only be the remarkable Captain Sara Gideon. He reached for her hand and kissed it. A great honor and privilege, one soldier to another.
Coming from the author of Total War, Colonel Lermov, I must say the privilege is all mine, she replied in perfect Russian.
He smiled. So your reputation as an exceptional linguist speaks for itself. I m impressed.
Miller called for coffee and they all sat down, Ferguson beside Sara. Been in the wars, my dear, so Security tells me? You were on camera.
I ve just seen it, Daniel, Dillon told Holley. You were your normal totally brutal self, and served those bastards right.
I agree, Lermov said. Frankly, I d like to sentence them to a year in Station Gorky in Siberia and see what they made of that. Unfortunately, this is not my parish.
So what s going to happen? Sara asked.
We ve discussed it with management, and the gentlemen involved, having been suitably threatened and banned from ever visiting the hotel again, have departed with their tails between their legs.
They can count themselves lucky, Holley said.
NYPD could have caused them real trouble over that derringer.
Anyway, there it is, Ferguson said. Welcome to the club, Sara, glad to have you on board. Congratulations to you, Dillon and Holley, for your handling of the Amity business. Though Murphy wasn t shot to death in Brooklyn, as we thought. He must have been wearing some sort of body armor. He s turned up close to his apartment, stabbed in the heart. Whoever he was dealing with obviously wanted his mouth shut.
It must have been a hell of a good vest he was wearing when I shot him into the East River, Dillon said.
Yes, but the important thing was the Irish connection you turned up and our old friend Jack Kelly. Coffee was being passed around and he carried on, You may be surprised that we re talking about our highly illegal conduct in Brooklyn in front of Colonel Lermov here. He turned to Lermov. Perhaps you d like to make a point, Josef?
Of course, Charles. He removed his spectacles and polished them with a handkerchief. In the old Cold War days, we were sworn enemies, but in a world of international terrorism, we d be fools not to help each other out. Putin agrees with me. He turned to Holley. The Al Qaeda plot to assassinate Putin in Chechnya last year was foiled by information supplied by you, Daniel. He will never forget that.
I wish he would, Holley said.
Ferguson ignored him. So we have common interests, but never mind that now. I ll be in touch with you sooner than you think, Josef, but for the moment, we ll say good-bye. We re all heading back to London tonight.
He shook hands with Lermov, walked to the door, and they all followed, Holley taking Sara s hand. Is it always like this? she demanded.
Only most of the time, Dillon said, and turned to glance at them, smiling. I see you two seem to have met somewhere.
And they walked into the night.
FOUR
It was an hour before midnight, New York time, when Ferguson s Gulfstream rose up through heavy rain to forty thousand feet and headed out into the Atlantic. Lacey and Parry, his usual RAF pilots, were at the controls Sara had met them in the departure lounge and they d indicated their approval. She was lying back in a red seat, and Parry passed her and spoke to Ferguson.
Definitely heavy winds in mid-Atlantic, General. Could take us seven hours at least. Will that be all right?
It will have to be, Flight Lieutenant, Ferguson told him. Carry on.
Parry paused as he passed Sara and grinned. He can be grumpy on occasion. Sorry we didn t have a steward, but you ll find anything you could want in the kitchen area. We re very free and easy.
He returned to the cockpit and she stretched out comfortably and listened to what was going on, for they had the screen on and were having a face-to-face with Roper.
I can see you in the back there, Sara, Roper called. I warned you about Daniel.
Enough of this erotic byplay, Ferguson growled, and let s get down to business. These different kinds of IRA dissidents, Giles, is it really possible for them to work together?
I don t see why not, but Dillon and Holley are the ones to ask. They ve been there and done that, Dillon since he was nineteen. What s your opinion, Sara? After all, the peace process was supposed to solve things, giving Sinn Fein seats at Stormont.
But the ideal to strive for has always been a united Ireland, Dillon said. So as long as Ulster remains with the Crown, dissident factions will have a reason to continue the struggle.
A bleak prospect, Ferguson said. Which simply means they whoever they are have an excuse for continuing general mayhem.
I m afraid so. Dillon shrugged. There are supposed to be sleepers all over London, just awaiting the call to action.
Which brings us to Jack Kelly, Roper said.
A well-known Provo who s served time in the Maze Prison he may be, but he was automatically pardoned as part of the peace process. So what s to be done?
A bullet in the head as he walks home some wet night? Holley suggested.
Sara said, I wonder how many times he did that himself during his years with the IRA.
So what do we do? Holley asked. Lift him?
Impossible, Roper said. His lawyers would run rings around the prosecution.
You re all right, Ferguson told them.
Even you, Sara, though I would point out that assassination is the business we re in. No, we ll apparently do nothing, leaving you, Roper, genius that you are, to come up with some way of monitoring his comings and goings.
That s asking a lot, Miller said.
He ll be using only encrypted mobiles.
Roper shrugged. We ll see. Something might turn up.
I d sleep on it if I were you, Miller told him.
You clown, Harry, it s breakfast time here.
The screen went dark and Ferguson promptly fell asleep. Sara was in the rear of the cabin and Holley took the next seat.
Are you tired?
I certainly should be.
Because it s all so exciting. He said it as a statement.
Disturbing, Daniel, that s what I d say, and rather frightening.
Holley smiled through the half-light. We ll have to do something about that.
In front of them, Dillon muttered, For God s sake, kiss the girl good night, and let s get some sleep.
Sara smiled and murmured to Holley, See you in the morning.
She pulled a blanket over her knees, closed her eyes, and lay back. Holley watched her for a while, wondering what was happening to him, then he also closed his eyes.
The drone of the engines in flight was the only sound now. Parry peered in from the cockpit and dimmed the
