Tracers

‘He got a stitch trying to play Superman.’

‘If you say so, sir.’ The policeman considered it for a moment, then said something to his driver. The car surged away, leaving them alone.

‘Close,’ said Rik, and took a series of deep breaths.

‘Yeah. Come on.’ Harry turned towards Birdcage Walk. ‘Let’s catch up with our runaway Iraqi.’

They followed the direction in which Joanne had hustled Rafa’i, and found her standing alone on the edge of Parliament Square. She looked annoyed and confused, but far from frightened.

‘He bloody pulled away from me,’ she explained angrily, gesturing towards the square, ‘and jumped in a cab.’ She rolled her eyes towards two policemen walking along the pavement fifty yards away. ‘If they hadn’t shown up, I’d have dragged his arse back out and sat on him until you got here.’

‘Don’t worry about it,’ Harry said, glancing back towards the park. He was worried that the man with the knife would show up again. Given his past performance in dealing with his targets, he was unlikely to give up merely because they had inconveniently got in the way. ‘Come on, let’s find somewhere to talk.’

He led them across the square and down the steps by the Embankment to Westminster Pier. A number of Thames excursion cruisers were loading passengers nearby, but where they were standing, in the shadow of a statue of Boadicea, they were as good as alone.

He stopped and turned to Joanne. ‘Did you call anyone and tell them where you were meeting Rafa’i?’

‘Call who? I don’t know anyone.’ She looked angry at the suggestion, her jaw clenched tight under the skin.

He ignored her anger and pointed to her rucksack. ‘Empty that out.’

‘Why? What the hell are you saying?’ She snatched the bag away as if daring him to take it from her. She was standing squarely, balanced and ready, and it was easy to see why she had stood out to the recruiter for the operation in Iraq.

‘He’s saying you might have a bug,’ Rik suggested calmly, leaning on the wall with his back to the river. ‘Either that or Rafa’i told somebody where he was meeting you. My bet’s on a bug.’

With obvious reluctance, Joanne opened her rucksack and allowed Harry to go through it. He checked the side pockets and the few items of clothing inside, then examined the straps and fabric, feeling for anything unusual in the structure of the bag.

There was nothing. He handed it back.

‘Finished?’ Joanne muttered with a withering scorn. ‘Jesus — no wonder you’re single. You’re paranoid, you know that?’

Harry ignored the comment. He nodded at her camera, which she was still clutching. ‘Where did you get that?’

Joanne frowned. ‘I bought it a few days ago. I had to leave the issue one behind. Why?’

‘What about your mobile?’

She dug into her pocket and held it out. It looked scratched and well used. ‘This? It was part of my original kit, along with the sat phone. I was supposed to surrender everything personal before I left for Iraq, but I held on to it.’

‘What about the phone? Where’s that?’

‘In a sewage ditch. I dumped it the day I flew out. They searched us at the airport — I couldn’t exactly pretend I was an aid worker with that kind of kit on me, could I?’

Harry took the phone from her and stripped off the back. He took out the battery and studied the SIM card, then turned and tossed everything over the wall into the swirling brown water below.

‘Hey — what did you do that for?’ Joanne turned on him. ‘Are you nuts?’

Rik placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. ‘They must have placed a tracker in the phone,’ he explained. ‘It’s the only way that guy could have turned up just like that. He wasn’t following Rafa’i. He was following you.’

She batted his hand away. ‘How the hell do you know that? Anyway, if they’d bugged the phone, they’d have known days ago that I was still alive and come looking for me before.’

‘They probably did,’ he replied. ‘Only they hadn’t any leads until you switched it on and made a call. Right up until then, they must have thought you’d got caught in the blast and were no longer active.’ He moved away a couple of paces to prevent anyone getting too close and overhearing their conversation.

‘He’s right,’ Harry said. ‘They’d hardly have sent someone to Baghdad to check it out after the explosion. But once they realized you’d made it out, there was every reason to start tracking you through the signal.’ He gestured around them. ‘They already had your number and it’s easier here with all the transmitters. The moment you made a call, they had you pinpointed.’

Joanne looked unconvinced. ‘Then how come Humphries didn’t say anything?’

‘Why should he? The whole point of operational security is that they don’t tell people what they don’t need to. It gets in the way.’

‘That’s ridiculous. He’d have told me.’

‘There is another explanation,’ Harry spoke reasonably, trying to take the heat out of the situation. ‘The phone might have been bugged as a rescue option. If anything went wrong and you got isolated in hostile territory, they could send in a team to find you. That would have been the good guys.’

Joanne chewed her lip but said nothing, still too angry with him. But at least she was listening.

‘Then along come the bad guys,’ he continued. ‘The ones trying to kill Rafa’i. They worked out that you were both alive and running, and decided to use the phone for different reasons. Where you and your phone went, so did the man in the anorak. Trace you, catch a lead on Rafa’i at the same time and finish the job all nice and neat.’

The silence ticked away, interrupted by the rattle and clang of a gangplank being wheeled away from one of the pleasure cruisers. A man shouted and the water around the stern began to boil as the boat moved away.

Joanne took a deep breath. ‘That would be saying somebody never meant for me to come out again. Or if I got out, they could silence me. I don’t believe it. They wouldn’t do that — Christ, they don’t kill their own people!’

Harry didn’t deny it and didn’t look at Rik. How do you tell someone that you know different, that you were once marked down for death by people on your own side?

‘They might not have planned it that way. They might have hoped you’d get out in time and it could all be explained away. Maybe they got Humphries to call the meeting to get you out of harm’s way. When the bad guys realized you’d made it out and had dropped off the radar, you became a loose cannon — a liability. Because one day you’d work out what had happened and you’d want to talk about it. And with what you knew about the operation, you were dangerous.’

‘What about the good guys? They wouldn’t just consign me to the dustbin, would they?’ Joanne’s face flushed red at the idea that she had been so casually dismissed as expendable by the people who had selected, recruited and trained her.

‘Think about it,’ Harry pointed out. ‘You didn’t surface after the explosion, neither were you at the safe house, which is where they’d have expected you to turn up. The logical assumption after a while would have been that you’d been killed. Without a thorough forensics check of the compound, they wouldn’t have been able to prove otherwise. Frankly, I can’t see anyone risking a forensics team for a non-attributable operation over there, anyway.’ His tone was sympathetic but matter-of-fact. ‘You said it yourself; you had no family, nothing to tie you down. There was nobody to tell. . and nobody to press for an inquest. Sorry to be brutal, but it’s why they chose you in the first place. You were expendable.’

Her expression said she knew he was right, but her words said different. ‘I don’t believe it.’

‘Don’t let it get to you,’ said Rik, moving closer. ‘If you were abandoned, it was through a balls-up, not callousness.’

Joanne hugged herself, absorbing the information and looking at them in turn. Bit by bit she appeared to relax. ‘Bastards,’ she muttered softly, although it wasn’t clear to whom she was referring. ‘How do we contact Rafa’i now? My mobile number was all he had. He doesn’t know anybody else.’

‘We wait,’ said Harry. ‘To be precise, you wait — back in the park.’

‘You think he’ll come back?’ Rik asked. ‘He might’ve been spooked for good.’

‘I doubt it.’ Harry looked at Joanne. ‘He doesn’t know anyone else, and you saved him from Anorak Man, so he’ll trust you. Did you notice he wasn’t carrying anything?’

The realization of what Harry was saying gave Joanne’s voice an edge of excitement. ‘He’s staying nearby. I