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few months ago, they were saying a hundred million for the Navy was too
much..."
He paused and reflected. I wasn't too sure if this was all part of the
performance: George might be sad, but he still had a job to do.
"But, hey, you can't unring a bell, Nick. I'm here because I want you
to work for me. For us. Nick Scott would be your cover name."
I shook my head.
"The deal was one job. You agreed on that."
"Events have taken a serious turn these last couple days, Nick." His
voice was steely, his gaze level.
"Al-Qaeda have upped the ante, these guys are just programmed for
trouble. I can't tell you how unless you commit. But I can tell you, this is
the front page of the threat matrix the president gets to read every day.
These are scary days, Nick. Yesterday's ran to thirty pages." He looked down
at the table and traced a figure of eight with his mug.
"You know what? At the moment I feel like a blind watchmaker, just
throwing the components into the case and waiting to see what works."
I didn't look up, because I knew he was waiting, his eyes ready to
ambush mine.
"I need your help, Nick." It was a challenge, not an entreaty.
Things are good here with Carrie."
"Are they?" He gave an exaggerated frown.
"I don't think she took it too well. She's like her mom."
The arse hole Divide and rule. He'd done it on purpose. I forced myself
to stay calm.
"You didn't tell her everything, did you?"
"Son, I don't even tell God everything. I'll leave that until I meet
him face to face. But, right now, I see it as my duty to make sure there's a
big fucking bunch of al-Qaeda ahead of me in the line."
He stood up and turned his back to me again as he placed the framed
picture back on the dresser. Maybe he didn't want me to see how proud he was
of the way he'd delivered his lines.
"The secret of combating terrorism is simple don't get terrorized. Keep
a clear head and fight back on their terms. That's the only way we're going
to win this war or, at least, contain it, keep a lid on it. But we can only
do that if we take the battle to them, with every means at our disposal. And
that's where you come in, Nick. I need to stop the drains getting blocked
and fast. Do you want to know more, Nick, or am I wasting my time here?"
I looked at him and took another mouthful of coffee. I'd like to know
what happened to Zeralda's head."
There was a bit of a smile.
"It came back here and was presented to his cousin in Los Angeles on a
silver salver. By all accounts it kind of freaked him out."
"What about the grease ball who was there with him? Was he the source?
Is that why no one else was to be killed?"
"Greaseball?" He managed to complete the smile.
"I like it. Yes, he was and still is a source, and a good one too good
to lose just yet." The smile faded.
"Nick, have you ever heard of hawallaT I'd spent enough time in the
Middle East to know it, and when I was a kid in London, all the Indian and