and there was a step behind him.
“Good man yourself, Tony.”
Bradley turned and found the three of them behind him, but it was Devlin he recognized immediately. “Dear God, Liam Devlin.”
“And another old friend. Surely you haven’t forgotten Sean Dillon.”
Bradley knew fear then of the kind that made his stomach contract. This had to be heavy, he knew that. “Sean, it’s been a long time.”
He glanced at Hannah nervously. “And who might you be?”
“She’s with us, that’s who she is, so in you go,” Dillon told him and pushed him in through the Judas gate.
Bradley was very frightened now. “I’ve done nothing. What is this?”
“Sit.” Dillon pushed him down on a packing case.
“A question or two, then we’ll let you go,” Devlin said. “You had Jack Barry here.”
He deliberately made it a statement of fact and it worked. “That’s right,” Bradley said eagerly. “Yesterday afternoon.”
“Buying diving equipment?”
“Yes, he was here with an American, a Mr. Sollazo. He was the expert. Hired a load of diving gear. I thought it was something to do with the Organization with it being Jack.”
“I’m afraid not,” Devlin told him. “Jack’s been a bit naughty. Up to no good, you might say. Colum O’Brien and the Army Council would not be best pleased.”
“My God,” Bradley said, “and how was I to know that?”
“Yes, you’re in bad trouble, old son,” Devlin told him. “So you’d better retrieve your position. Colum O’Brien doesn’t know of your part in this so maybe I can help.”
“Anything,” Bradley moaned.
Devlin turned to Dillon. “You’re the diving expert?”
Dillon lit a cigarette and said to Bradley, “Tell me what they took.”
Bradley hurriedly went through the list as he remembered it. “I think that’s all.” He paused, then added quickly, “No, I was forgetting the Master Navigator. I gave them the new model.”
“And a demonstration?” Dillon asked.
“More than that. The American gave me some bearings and I punched it in for them. Those things are like a homing device. They take you straight to the place.”
“Which was where?” Hannah cut in.
“How would I know, it was just bloody numbers.” He was getting upset. “I’ve told you all I know.”
“Except where they were going when they left,” Devlin said.
“Barry lives in Abbey Road, everyone knows that.”
“Only he isn’t there,” Devlin said gently. “Now where else might he be?”
“How would I know?” Bradley said wildly.
Dillon produced his Walther with the Carswell silencer. “I’m wondering whether a bullet in your left kneecap might improve your memory.”
“For God’s sake, Sean.” Bradley was terrified and then he remembered. “Just a minute. The last time I saw Jack Barry was in a pub in Ballyburn. I was driving down from Dundalk and I stopped for a drink and there he was in the corner of the bar.”
“And what happened?”
“We had a crack and he told me he had an old farmhouse just outside the village. He’d intended to walk back, but I gave him a lift. It was an old place, all a bit run down. He said he didn’t use it much since his wife died.” He was desperately searching for more information and found it. “There was a sign on the gate where I dropped him. Victoria Farm. I remember because he made a joke about it being a Brit Royal Family name.”
There was sweat on his face now. Devlin said, “There, that wasn’t too hard, was it?”
“The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” Dillon said softly. “It better be, Tony boy, or I’ll be back to take care of that left kneecap.”
He turned away and moved to the Judas gate, Hannah at his side. She murmured softly, “You really are a bastard, Dillon.”
“Yes, well, it gets results, girl dear, and that’s what counts.”
Devlin smiled and put an arm around Bradley. “Cheer up, Tony, it may never happen, but if you try and get in touch with Barry or speak of this to anyone, I’m afraid Dillon will be very annoyed indeed, and you know what that means.”
“Not a word, I swear it.”
“Good man yourself,” Devlin said and left him there.
Dillon and Hannah were waiting beside Devlin’s silver Toyota saloon. “The game’s afoot, as Sherlock used to say, so to Ballyburn, and you can drive, Sean. I’m getting old.”
Dillon got behind the wheel and Devlin held the rear door open for Hannah. “You don’t look pleased. You didn’t like it back there.”
“I never do when I see the way he operates.”
“Yes, well, he always was the hard man, our Sean,” and he went round to the other side and joined her.
AT VICTORIA FARM they all had breakfast in the kitchen. When it was finished, Kathleen cleared the table and stacked the plates and strangely enough it was Mori who helped her when her uncle, Barry, and Sollazo went out. She half expected Mori to make a pass at her, was all ready for it. Instead, he filled the sink with hot water and put the dirty dishes in.
“Leave them to soak. Less work that way.”
“And what’s got into you, you big lump?” she demanded.
He laughed. “My father owned a restaurant in Palermo. When I was a kid I worked there all the time in the kitchen. Later I was a waiter for him.”
“Then you took to the gun.”
He shrugged and said calmly, “It paid better.”
When she went into the sitting room the three of them were looking at the map. “That’s it, then,” Barry was saying. “Up to Dundalk, then across the border. No trouble there these days since the peace talks. You can drive straight through.”
“And then Scotstown,” Sollazo said.
“Exactly. We might make it in a couple of hours, two and a half at the most.”
“And who is we?” Kathleen asked.
“Sollazo and me,” Barry told her. “You can stay here in Mori’s tender care.”
“You’ve got your bloody cheek.”
“Yes, well I’m in charge. Mr. Sollazo and I will drive up to Scotstown with the diving gear. Kevin Stringer at the Loyalist thinks he has a suitable boat. We’ll check it out. If it’s okay, Kevin can stow the gear and we’ll return. We’ll probably be back here by five.”
She glared at him, then looked at her uncle. He shrugged. “All for the best, Kathleen.”
“If everything is on course, we’ll all drive up to Scotstown in the morning,” Barry said.
“Oh, do what the hell you like,” she said and stormed out.
THE TOYOTA COASTED down the hill outside Ballyburn. Dillon slowed and there it was, the opened five-barred gate, the sign
“Pull up in the lay-by,” Devlin said. “I’ve got some glasses in the glove compartment.” He rummaged inside and found a pair of Zeiss binoculars. “Just let me take a look.”
He stood beside the Toyota and focused them on the station wagon in the farmyard, and at that moment the house door opened and they all came out, Barry, Sollazo, Mori, and the Ryans.
“Christ,” Devlin said. “It’s the whole damn bunch of them. Jack Barry for starters. Take a look, Sean.”
Dillon took the binoculars, focused them, and nodded. “Barry, Michael, and sweet Kathleen.”
Hannah had got out of the Toyota and he passed the binoculars to her. She took a look. “The other two are Sollazo and his minder, Giovanni Mori,” she murmured to Devlin. “We had photos of them faxed from Blake
