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

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      Dillon was in his room at the hotel when Tania called him. ‘I’ve got rather hot news,’ she said. ‘The hunt for a lead on you is moving to Belfast.’

      ‘Tell me,’ he said.

      Which she did. When she was finished, she said, ‘Does any of this make any sense?’

      ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘The McGuire fella was a big name with the Provos in those days.’

      ‘And he’s dead, is he, or is he still around?’

      ‘Devlin’s right about that. His death was reported, supposedly because of in-fighting in the movement, but it was just a ruse to help him drop out of sight.’

      ‘If they found him, could it give you problems?’

      ‘Maybe, but not if I found him first.’

      ‘And how could you do that?’

      ‘I know his half-brother, a fella called Macey. He would know where he is.’

      ‘But that would mean a trip to Belfast yourself.’

      ‘That would be no big deal. An hour and a quarter by British Airways. I don’t know what time the last plane tonight gets in, I’d have to check.’

      ‘Just a minute, I’ve got a BA Worldwide Timetable here.’ she said and opened her desk drawer. She found it and looked at the Belfast schedule. ‘The last plane is eight-thirty. You’ll never make it. It’s quarter to seven now. It’s murder getting out to Heathrow in the evening traffic and this weather will make it worse. Probably at least an hour or maybe an hour and a half.’

      ‘I know,’ Dillon said. ‘What about the morning?’

      ‘Same time, eight-thirty.’

      ‘I’ll just have to get up early.’

      ‘Is it wise?’

      ‘Is anything in this life? I’ll handle it, don’t worry. I’ll be in touch.’

      He put the phone down, thought about it for a while then called British Airways and booked a seat on the morning flight with an open return. He lit a cigarette and walked to the window. Was it wise, she’d said, and he tried to remember what Tommy McGuire had known about him in eighty-one. Nothing about Danny Fahy, that was certain because Fahy wasn’t supposed to be involved that time. That had been personal. But Jack Harvey was another matter. After all, it had been McGuire who’d put him on to Harvey as an arms supplier in the first place.

      He pulled on his jacket, got his trenchcoat from the wardrobe and went out. Five minutes later he was hailing a cab on the corner. He got in and told the driver to take him to Covent Garden.

      Gordon Brown sat on the other side of Ferguson’s desk in the half-light. He had never been so frightened in his life. ‘I didn’t mean any harm, Brigadier, I swear it.’

      ‘Then why did you take a copy of the report?’

      ‘It was just a whim. Stupid, I know, but I was so intrigued with it being for the Prime Minister.’

      ‘You realise what you’ve done, Gordon, a man of your service? All those years in the army? This could mean your pension.’

      Detective Inspector Lane of Special Branch was in his late thirties and in his crumpled tweed suit and glasses looked like a schoolmaster. He said, ‘I’m going to ask you again, Mr Brown.’ He leaned on the end of the desk. ‘Have you ever taken copies like this before?’

      ‘Absolutely not, I swear it.’

      ‘You’ve never been asked by another person to do such a thing?’

      Gordon managed to look suitably shocked. ‘Good heavens, Inspector, that would be treason. I was a sergeant major in the Intelligence Corps.’

      ‘Yes, Mr Brown, we know all that,’ Lane said.

      The internal phone went and Ferguson lifted it. It was Lane’s sergeant, Mackie. ‘I’m outside, Brigadier, just back from the flat in Camden. I think you and the Inspector should come out.’

      ‘Thank you.’ Ferguson put the phone down. ‘Right, I think we’ll give you time to think things over, Gordon. Inspector?’

      He nodded to Lane, got up and moved to the door and Lane followed him. Mackie was standing in the anteroom still in trilby and raincoat, a plastic bag in one hand.

      ‘You found something, Sergeant?’ Lane asked.

      ‘You could call it that, sir.’ Mackie took a cardboard file from his plastic bag and opened it. ‘A rather interesting collection.’

      The copies of the reports were neatly stacked in order, the latest ones for the Prime Minister’s attention on top.

      Lane said, ‘Christ, Brigadier, he’s been at it for a while.’

      ‘So it would seem,’ Ferguson said. ‘But to what purpose?’

      ‘You mean he’s working for someone, sir?’

      ‘Without a doubt. The present operation I’m engaged on is most delicate. There was an attack on a man working for me in Paris. A woman died. We wondered how the villain of the piece knew about them, if you follow me. Now we know. Details of these reports were passed on to a third party. They must have been.’

      Lane nodded. ‘Then we’ll have to work on him some more.’

      ‘No, we don’t have the time. Let’s try another way. Let’s just let him go. He’s a simple man. I think he’d do the simple thing.’

      ‘Right, sir.’ Lane turned to Mackie. ‘If you lose him, you’ll be back pounding the pavement in Brixton, and so will I because I’m coming with you.’

      They hurried out and Ferguson opened the door and went back in the office. He sat down behind the desk. ‘A sad business, Gordon.’

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