Midnight Runner. Jack Higgins

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      Daniel Quinn was waiting by the entrance of the Hay-Adams when the limousines arrived. Clancy Smith was first out, followed by three other Secret Service men from two escort vehicles. Clancy passed Quinn and nodded as he went in. Blake got out and waited for the President, who went up the steps and shook Quinn’s hand.

      ‘Daniel.’

      It was all for the cameras, of course. There were, as usual, two or three photographers who’d heard the President would be there. Lights flashed, photos were taken, Cazalet shaking Quinn’s hand. Clancy appeared in the entrance. The other Secret Service men flanked the President and Blake as they went in.

      Blake, Cazalet, and Quinn were placed by the restaurant manager at a round table in a corner, excellent from a security point of view. All around them, enthralled diners produced a muted buzz of conversation. Clancy organized his men, who stood against the wall. Clancy himself hovered, always the dark presence.

      ‘Drinks, gentlemen?’ Cazalet said. ‘What about a good French wine?’ He turned to the waiter. ‘Let’s try a Sancerre.’

      The waiter, his evening made, nodded eagerly. ‘Of course, Mr President.’

      ‘I’ll tell you, I can use a drink.’ Cazalet turned to Quinn. ‘I’ve been trying to deal with this whole energy thing we’ve been having. With the prices sky-rocketing, oil demand climbing, those damn rolling blackouts – it’s like I’m just waiting for some disaster to strike. And people are starting to notice. Did you see that poll last week? “Why doesn’t the government do something about it?” Well, I’m trying, damn it. Some people are starting to smell blood in the water – you know who I mean. If I can’t figure out a way to alleviate this mess, the midterms next year are going to be a disaster, and then I can forget about trying to get through any of my programmes. I might as well resign for all the good I could do.’

      Quinn started to say something, but Cazalet just waved him off. ‘Oh, never mind me. I’m just venting. That’s not what this dinner is about.’ He smiled. ‘We’re here for a little entertainment. It’s like waiting for the start of a Broadway play.’ He glanced toward the door. ‘And I believe the curtain is about to go up.’

      The Countess of Loch Dhu was at the door. The diamonds at her throat were dazzling, the black silk trouser suit a kind of art form. Beside her, Rupert Dauncey wore an elegant Brioni blazer and trousers, with a white shirt and dark tie. The blond hair was perfectly combed.

      The restaurant manager was on to them in a moment and began to lead them through the tables. As they grew closer, the President said, ‘Speak to her, Blake, you’re the one who knows her.’

      Blake stood up as she approached and said, ‘Kate. Well, this is serendipity.’

      She paused, smiled, then reached to kiss his cheek. ‘Why, Blake, how nice.’ She turned. ‘Have you met my cousin, Rupert Dauncey? No, I don’t believe you have. You have a lot in common, you know.’

      ‘Oh, his reputation precedes him,’ said Blake.

      Rupert Dauncey smiled. ‘As does yours, Mr Johnson. And Senator Quinn’s here.’

      ‘Thank you,’ said Quinn. ‘Nice to see you again, Countess.’

      She nodded. ‘Likewise.’

      ‘Mr President,’ said Blake, ‘may I present Lady Kate Rashid, the Countess of Loch Dhu.’

      Cazalet stood and took her hand. ‘We’ve never met, Countess. Will you and Mr Dauncey join us for a drink? A glass of champagne, perhaps?’

      ‘How could I refuse?’

      Blake waved to the waiter and spoke to him. Rupert pulled a chair out, seated her, and turned to Clancy Smith.

      ‘The last time I saw you, Sergeant Major, we were in very deep shit inside Iraqi lines.’

      ‘We surely were, Major. I missed you in Bosnia.’

      ‘A good place to miss anybody.’ Dauncey smiled and moved to stand beside him. ‘But we’re holding things up.’

      The waiter poured glasses of Dom Pérignon. Cazalet raised his glass. ‘To you, Lady Kate. Rashid Investments is doing extremely well at the moment, I’m told. I’m particularly impressed with your Hazar results.’

      ‘Oil, Mr President. Everyone needs oil.’ She smiled. ‘As you know yourself.’

      ‘Yes, but the Hazar operations have had remarkable results. I wonder why.’

      ‘You know why. Because I control the Rashid Bedu in both Hazar and the Empty Quarter. Without me, you and the Russians are nothing. They’re the cruellest deserts in the world, you know.’ She turned to Blake and smiled. ‘But Blake knows that. He was there when my brother George was killed.’

      ‘Yes, I was,’ Blake said. ‘I was also there the night before, when Cornet Bronsby was killed.’ He turned and told the President what he already knew. ‘Bronsby was with the Hazar Scouts. They don’t have a real army down there, just a regiment. The Rashid Bedu did a very thorough job on him with their knives.’ He turned to Kate with a smile, but there was no humour in it. ‘But then at dawn, Sean Dillon took his revenge. It was four of you, as I recall, wasn’t it? At five hundred metres? A hell of a marksman, Sean.’

      ‘A hell of a bastard,’ Kate Rashid said.

      ‘Because one of them was your brother George? He should have thought of that before he started murdering people.’

      The air hung thick and cold around the table. Then the Countess smiled. ‘Well, murder is something you’d know a lot about, wouldn’t you, Mr Johnson? Not to mention the price one must pay for it. Sometimes a very high price.’ She leaned close to him. ‘Please share that knowledge with your friends, won’t you?’

      ‘Don’t do it, Kate.’ Blake held her wrist. ‘Whatever it is you’re planning, don’t do it.’

      ‘Blake, I can do anything I want,’ she said. ‘Rupert?’

      He pulled her chair back. She stood. ‘Mr President, an honour.’ She turned and nodded to Dauncey, who said, ‘Gentlemen,’ and followed.

      There was silence for a while after she’d gone. Finally, Quinn said, ‘What the hell was all that about?’

      ‘Just read the files, Daniel,’ Cazalet said. ‘And get to London as soon as you can.’ He gazed after her. СКАЧАТЬ