working through the front, pockets and waistline. When he reached the turn-ups, he grunted and took out a slim knife. Slitting open the turn-up on the right leg, he removed a lightweight brown resin biscuit, no bigger than a mobile phone SIM card.
‘Neat,’ he commented. ‘GSM tracker. Not one of ours, but nice.’ He held it up for the others to see, turning it over to reveal a small silver disc embedded in one side. ‘Battery. Probably lasts a hundred hours, with a range of fifty metres or so.’ He handed it to Ballatyne. ‘If they knew which building he was in, all they’d have to do was get close to an outside wall with the monitor and wait for a signal. Once inside, though, they’d still need directions to find out which floor he was on.’ He took a small device from his pocket. It had an array of buttons and a tiny aerial. He switched it on and one of the lights lit up.
‘If it’s so simple,’ Ballatyne growled, ‘why didn’t you use your little toy in the first place?’
Paynter gave him a patient look and said, ‘I like to keep my hand in. Like reading a map book instead of a satnav, technology doesn’t always provide the answers.’
‘Smart arse.’ Ballatyne looked at McCreath, who was pulling his trousers back on. ‘Did you know about this?’
McCreath gave him a look of contempt. ‘What, you think I’m suicidal? I wanted to get away from the bastards, not have them jumping all over me. They must have got at my clothes and planted that thing when I was asleep in the hotel.’
Harry caught Ballatyne’s eye. ‘We need to find out more. Do you have time?’
‘Why not?’ He nodded to Paynter, who waved a hand and left, while Harry signalled for McCreath to take a seat and pulled up a chair opposite.
‘Tell me who you met, give me descriptions, names — even nicknames — and anything else you can think of.’
McCreath nodded. ‘I’ll try, but there’s not much to tell. Tom Deakin was first. He must be mid-forties, hard- looking, not easy to talk to. But he’s the boss; seems to make all the decisions. I found him pushy, to be honest. Impatient and edgy, as if he was living on his nerves.’
‘Who else?’
‘A Yank. I didn’t get his name, although I heard Deakin call him “Turp”. Forty-ish, skinny but looks as hard as nails. Calm, though, unlike Deakin. Ex-US airborne.’
‘He told you that?’
‘No. He’s got a One-oh-One Airborne tat on his wrist; an eagle’s head and banner. I saw it once when he scratched his arm. I’ve seen them before. From the way he talked, I got the impression he’s the admin guy.’
Harry made a note. ‘How’s that?’
‘He talked about the money. . how they’d get it to me, the transfer through bank accounts offshore, how I’d need to choose passwords and where I’d want the deposits made. I mean, I handle my own financial stuff, like insurance and bank accounts, but he was using a whole different language, like an expert. He was “Turp” and Deakin was “Deak”. They seemed pretty tight.’
‘Anyone else?’
‘Apart from the nut-jobs who stormed this place, you mean? I met them at the hotel Deakin kept me in near Brussels — a four-star block near the ring road. They never said much, and they weren’t there all the time. They’d turn up without warning, then disappear again. But it was like they were letting me know they were watching me all the same. They said there was another guy around when they weren’t going to be there, but I never saw him.’
‘Names?’
‘Ganic and Zubac. Don’t know their first names — we never got that friendly. They’re Bosnians. . ex-military or militia, I’m not sure. Zubac’s the boss; he’s the smaller one, but not by much. Ganic is scary and doesn’t care who knows it. There’s not a lot goes on behind the face, if you know what I mean. I’ve seen guys like him before: dead on the inside. Wouldn’t surprise me if they’ve buried a few where they come from.’
Harry didn’t bother asking him where the hotel was; he was sure Ballatyne already had that covered. Besides, he was sure that the Protectory would have had it cleaned, checked and sanitized of anything incriminating.
‘There was another name I picked up,’ McCreath continued. ‘Someone called Nicholls. Deakin didn’t seem to have much time for him, but he was obviously part of the group. He never came to Brussels, though, as far as I know.’
Funny how Brussels kept cropping up, thought Harry: first with Pike, then Paulton and Deakin, now McCreath and the Bosnian storm-troopers.
He made McCreath go through the descriptions again, getting him to paint a picture and give him every bit of detail he could recall. It was standard debriefing procedure tailored to drain the mind of every scrap, even to the point of recalling material that would serve no specific purpose, in the hopes that it would drag out something he could use.
But Deakin and his crew had been very clever.
‘Tell us about the Protectory,’ said Ballatyne. ‘Names and numbers.’
‘They never told me much — and nothing about themselves,’ McCreath replied. ‘I got the impression that there are three main guys running it, but Deakin hinted at others he could call on if needed. He laid it on that the Protectory was there to help people like me who’d been asked to do too much for Queen and country.’ He grunted. ‘He made it sound like a charitable organization for damaged squaddies. I fell for it, I admit. Christ, it was a no- brainer; I was in a mess, no life to speak of, no way back and they were offering me a way out. It was a bloody sight better than what I’d been living with for the past four years, so I said yes.’
‘And what exactly were they offering?’ Ballatyne asked.
‘A new identity, ready cash and help with relocation. There were places I couldn’t go, Deakin said, because I’d be vulnerable. But that left plenty of places I could disappear to, no bother.’
‘Like where?’
‘Low cost countries like Thailand, Cambodia, a couple of places in Latin America, even Australia and Canada. He said a fair number of Americans have ended up there.’
‘What did they want in return?’
This time McCreath hesitated, and Harry guessed it was probably out of shame at having considered trading information for a better life. ‘They wanted anything new, especially on comms systems, networks, satellites and ECMs — electronic countermeasures. They were particularly interested in the new battlefield communications system I’d been working on when I got wounded.’ He scowled. ‘They seemed to know quite a lot about it already, though. I think they’d already done some work on it.’
Pike, thought Harry. They’d have got something from him before he turned and ran. With another 251 Signals Squadron expert on their hands, Pike wouldn’t have been worth trying to hold on to, not once he’d made his intentions clear.
‘Did they ever mention any other British army personnel they were after?’
‘Not to me. The focus was all on me.’
‘Anyone named Tan?’
‘Tan? No. They didn’t mention and I didn’t ask. They didn’t seem the kind of people to mess with; I got that message pretty quick.’
‘So what made you back out?’
McCreath sighed. ‘They were asking too much. No way did I want to go back to Afghanistan, but that didn’t mean I was prepared to sell the kind of information I had to the highest bidder.’ He frowned and twisted his hands together. ‘I know it’s easy to say it now, but I realized it was my mates I’d be selling down the river. . exposing them to God knows what, now or in the future. It wasn’t like I’d planned on becoming a traitor, you know? I just wanted. . out. Anyway, I wasn’t supposed to call anybody from the hotel, but I needed to talk to someone. So I bribed a cleaner to let me use her mobile and rang the mate I’d been staying with before Deakin turned up. He told me about Pike; said he’d heard on the grapevine that Pike had arrived back in London, ready to call it a day, but he’d been taken out.’ McCreath looked down at the table. ‘I knew it had to be Zubac and Ganic. They’d been away for a couple of days by then. I was a bit slow on the uptake, but I figured if I stalled or tried telling them I wasn’t going to sell, I’d be next.’ He gave Harry an empty look. ‘So I bugged out and headed back here.’
‘To do what?’ said Ballatyne.
‘I don’t know. Hand myself in, I suppose. I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly, but I knew if I stayed where I was,
