Red Hawk Rising

of Andy Hill’s involvement in the attempted hijack spread through the unit. Some, who found it hard to believe, asked him about the truth of the report that he leapt onto the bonnet of a moving vehicle. Andy nodded and tried to brush it off. Lance and Dan remembered the incident at the pub in Stamfordham but kept quiet about it. They didn’t want to make life harder for Andy. It was clear to them that their pal was highly proficient in martial arts. After lunch, Andy went back to his bunkroom and settled down to write a report to Lutterworth and a letter to Alice. If he could get into Grimsby they would go in the Sunday postal collection. As Andy settled down to his writing, Hamilton was already driving through Louth on his way to London. He felt that the pieces of the jigsaw were coming together. He needed to talk with Air Vice-Marshal Denby after the meeting on Monday. For now, he needed to get home to his wife and have a day to relax before Monday.

Air Vice-Marshal Denby was leaving office in just as thoughtful a mood as Hamilton. He had attended a briefing at Admiralty House and part of the report had mentioned a Royal Naval vessel’s sonar picking up a submarine about four miles off the Lincolnshire coast at about 20.00 hours on the Friday. It was neither a Royal Naval nor a U.S. submarine. He would get Hamilton’s report on Monday and also Rogerson’s. Having received the report of the attempted hijack of the truck carrying the launcher, he felt certain now that someone was leaking information from either Luton or the supply section. Hamilton had cleared Luton. It was time to start closing the noose. Once the JSTU was fully assembled at RAF West Sanby he would put the plan into effect in conjunction with MI5.

Major Garasov left the consulate and drove to Stockport-Edgeley. He parked his car at the station and locked it. Looking around, he saw Janet standing by her car. She waved and Garasov walked over with an overnight bag. They greeted each other and he got into the passenger seat. They were going to drive north to Swaledale in Yorkshire with plans to book into the hotel at Hawes and go hiking on the Sunday. “How was your week?” Janet asked him as she drove off.

“Not the best one I’ve had,” he replied. “Needless to say, I can’t discuss it. How was your week?”

“Oh! Somewhat dull. My lectures were routine and it’s the usual stuff in the early part of the academic year,” replied Janet.

“Then we had better have a lively weekend to brighten us both up,” Garasov replied with a smile.

“Agreed,” said Janet as she weaved through the traffic heading north.

“Tell me about Swaledale,” said Garasov. “It’s an area that I’m not familiar with.” Janet obliged with a description of the Swale Valley, the surrounding dales and some of the hiking trails. They drove on to a weekend free from the issues of work.

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It was 2.30 p.m. and Jamie was free until 5.30 p.m. He asked Bob if it was okay to slip over to Parfleet St Peter for a couple of hours. “I suppose you’re going to see that lass that’s taken a shine to you,” said Bob. Jamie nodded in an embarrassed way and gave a smile. “Here, take the van,” said Bob, tossing him the keys, “and don’t be late back.”

“I’ll be back,” said Jamie, “and I’ll put some petrol in the van for you.” Bob nodded appreciatively and Jamie headed out of the pub. Driving over to Parfleet St Peter, he thought about Yvonne and the advice given by Hamilton of MI5 and wondered what would happen if he did move to Parfleet. Would she be a help or a hindrance to his work?

Arriving in Parfleet St Peter, Jamie parked the van up the street as the area near the harbour was filled with visitors’ cars. It was a fine afternoon and people drove there for the seafood and the views. Three fishing boats had gone out on the high tide and two had come in and people always liked to watch the preparations and the unloading. Cameras clicked over the scenes. When Jamie arrived, the Penny Jane had already departed with the other boats. He went into the harbour shop and saw Yvonne behind the counter. She looked up from her work at the sound of the bell above the door ringing and her face broke into a smile at the sight of Jamie. Instinctively, she straightened up and tried to push hair back that was already back and under a hairnet. Jamie smiled at her and joined the queue to place an order. When his turn came, he ordered a coffee and a rock bun. “How long have you got?” asked Yvonne. “I should be able to have a break in half-an-hour or so.”

“Keep my order and make it in thirty minutes then,” replied Jamie. “I’ll go for a wander around and be back for your break.”

Yvonne smiled her thanks and said, “Fine, I’ll do that and see you then.” With that, Jamie turned and left the shop.

Jamie needed to find out the fishing patterns of the local boats and where each favoured fishing. The best way to do that would be to chat to one or two of the old-timers on the harbour or in the local pub. Yvonne could also have a reasonable knowledge but he didn’t want to use her and make her suspicious of what he was up to. Jamie wanted to find out if any of the fishing patterns fitted the triangulations that had been sent to him from Lutterworth and which fishing boat used that particular pattern. The old man that he had seen on a previous visit was busy talking to tourists and being photographed with his pipe in his