Sean Dillon 3-Book Collection 1: Eye of the Storm, Thunder Point, On Dangerous Ground. Jack Higgins

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      ‘And we didn’t come within spitting distance of catching him,’ Ferguson said.

      ‘Well, you wouldn’t,’ Brosnan told him. ‘Let me go over it again. He’s an actor of genius. He really can change before your eyes, just by use of body language. You’d have to see it to believe it. Imagine what he can do with make-up, hair colouring changes. He’s only five feet five, remember. I’ve seen him dress as a woman and fool soldiers on foot patrol in Belfast.’

      Mary Tanner was leaning forward intently. ‘Go on,’ she said softly.

      ‘You want to know another reason why you’ve never caught him? He works out a series of aliases. Changes hair colour, uses whatever tricks of make-up are necessary, then takes his photo. That’s what goes on his false passport or identity papers. He keeps a collection, then when he needs to move, makes himself into the man on the photo.’

      ‘Ingenious,’ Hernu said.

      ‘Exactly, so no hope of any help from television or newspaper publicity of the have-you-seen-this-man type. Wherever he goes, he slips under the surface. If he was working in London and needed anything at all, help, weapons, whatever, he’d simply pretend to be an ordinary criminal and use the underworld.’

      ‘You mean he wouldn’t go near any kind of IRA contact at all?’ Mary said.

      ‘I doubt it. Maybe someone who’d been in very deep cover for years, someone he could really trust and people like that are thin on the ground.’

      ‘There is a point in all this which no one has touched on,’ Hernu said. ‘Who is he working for?’

      ‘Well it certainly isn’t the IRA,’ Mary said. ‘We did an instant computer check and we have links with both the RUC computer and British Army intelligence at Lisburn. Not a smell from anyone about the attempt on Mrs Thatcher.’

      ‘Oh, I believe that,’ Brosnan said, ‘although you can never be sure.’

      ‘There are the Iraqis, of course,’ Ferguson said. ‘Saddam would dearly love to blow everyone up at the moment.’

      ‘True, but don’t forget Hizbollah, PLO, Wrath of Allah and a few others in between. He’s worked for them all,’ Brosnan reminded him.

      ‘Yes,’ Ferguson said, ‘and checking our sources through that lot would take time and I don’t think we’ve got it.’

      ‘You think he’ll try again?’ Mary asked.

      ‘Nothing concrete, my dear, but I’ve been in this business a lifetime. I always go by my instincts and this time my instincts tell me there’s more to it.’

      ‘Well, I can’t help you there. I’ve done all I can.’ Brosnan stood up.

      ‘All you’re prepared to, you mean?’ Ferguson said.

      They moved into the hall and Brosnan opened the door. ‘I suppose you’ll be going back to London?’

      ‘Oh, I don’t know. I thought we might stay over and sample the delights of Paris. I haven’t stayed at the Ritz since the refurbishment.’

      Mary Tanner said, ‘That will give the expenses a bashing.’ She held out her hand. ‘Goodbye, Professor Brosnan, it was nice to be able to put a face to the name.’

      ‘And you,’ he said. ‘Colonel,’ he nodded to Hernu and closed the door.

      When he went into the drawing room, Anne-Marie came in from the bedroom. Her face was drawn and pale. ‘Did you come to any decision?’ she asked.

      ‘I gave you my word. I’ve helped them all I can. Now they’ve gone and that’s an end to it.’

      She opened the table drawer. Inside there was an assortment of pens, envelopes, writing paper, stamps. There was also a Browning High Power 9-mm pistol, one of the most deadly handguns in the world, preferred by the SAS above all others.

      She didn’t say a word, simply closed the drawer and looked at him calmly. ‘I’ll make some coffee,’ she said and went into the kitchen.

      In the limousine Hernu said, ‘You’ve lost him. He won’t do any more.’

      ‘I wouldn’t be too sure of that. We’ll discuss it over dinner at the Ritz later. You’ll join us, I hope? Eight o’clock all right?’

      ‘Delighted,’ Hernu said. ‘Group Four must be rather more generous with its expenses than my own poor department.’

      ‘Oh, it’s all on dear Mary here,’ Ferguson said. ‘Flashed this wonderful piece of plastic at me the other day which American Express had sent her. The Platinum Card. Can you believe that, Colonel?’

      ‘Damn you!’ Mary said.

      Hernu lay back and laughed helplessly.

      Tania Novikova came out of the bathroom of Gordon Brown’s Camden flat combing her hair. He pulled on a dressing-gown.

      ‘You’ve got to go?’ he said.

      ‘I must. Come into the living room.’ She pulled on her coat and turned to face him. ‘No more coming to the Bayswater flat, no more telephones. The work schedule you showed me. All split shifts for the next month. Why?’

      ‘They’re not popular, especially for people with families. That isn’t a problem for me, so I agreed to do it for the moment. And it pays more.’

      ‘So, you usually finish at one o’clock and start again at six in the evening?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘You have an answering machine, the kind where you can phone home and get your messages?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Good. We can keep in touch that way.’

      She started for the door and he caught her arm. ‘But when will I see you?’

      ‘Difficult at the moment, Gordon, we must be careful. If you’ve nothing better to do, always come home between shifts. I’ll do what I can.’

      He kissed her hungrily. ‘Darling.’

      She pushed him away. ‘I must go now, Gordon.’

      She opened the door, went downstairs and let herself out of the street entrance. It was still very cold and she pulled up her collar.

      ‘My God, the things I do for Mother Russia,’ she said, went down to the corner and hailed a cab.

      5

      It was colder than ever in the evening, a front from Siberia sweeping across Europe, too cold for snow even. In the apartment, just before seven, Brosnan put some more logs on the fire.

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