Part 31 (2/2)

'Obviously I hope that doesn't happen, Commander, but your absence doesn't equal cause.'

'I've told you he's willing to dig up the graves of ma.s.sacre victims and turn them into building materials. What more do you want?'

'Evidence of a crime somewhere in the plant.' Her jaw was set and her eyes black granite. It was clear she wouldn't yield.

Bond said sharply, 'Then let's hope to G.o.d I can find the answer. For the sake of several thousand innocent people.' He nodded to Nkosi and Lamb and, ignoring Jordaan, left the office. He strode downstairs to his car, dropped into the driver's seat and fired up the engine.

'James, wait!' Turning, he saw Bheka Jordaan walking towards him. 'Please, wait.'

Bond thought about speeding away but instead he rolled the window down.

'Yesterday,' she said, bending down, close to him, 'the Serbian?'

'Yes?'

'I spoke to him. He told me what you'd said that you were going to get him to a doctor.'

Bond nodded.

After a breath, the policewoman added, 'I was making a.s.sumptions. I . . . sometimes I do that. I judge first. I try not to but it's hard for me to stop. I wanted to apologise.'

'Accepted,' he said.

'About a raid at Green Way, though? You must understand. Under apartheid the old police, the SAP and their Criminal Investigation Department, did terrible things. Now everyone watches us, the new police, to make sure we don't do the same. An illegal raid, arbitrary arrests and interrogations . . . that's what the old regime did. We cannot do the same. We must be better than the people who came before us.' Her face taut with determination, she said, 'I'll fight side by side with you if the law permits, but without cause, without a warrant, there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry.'

Much of the training of 00 Section agents in the Group was psychological and part of that arduous instruction was to instil within them the belief that they were different, that they were allowed to no, required to operate outside the law. A Level 1 project order, authorising a.s.sa.s.sination, had to be, to James Bond, just another aspect of his job, no different from taking pictures of secret installations or planting misinformation in the press.

As M had put it, Bond had to have carte blanche to do whatever was required to fulfil his mission.

We protect the Realm . . . by any means necessary.

That was part of Bond's fabric indeed, he couldn't do his job without it and he had to remind himself continually that Bheka Jordaan and the other hard-working law enforcers of the world were one hundred per cent right in respecting the rules. It was he who was the outlier.

He said, not unkindly, 'I do understand, Captain. And whatever happens, it's been quite an experience working with you.'

Her response was a smile, faint and fleeting but, Bond judged, honest the first time that such an expression had warmed her beautiful face in his presence.

54.

Bond skidded the Subaru into the car park outside the fortress of Green Way International and braked to a stop.

Several limousines were lined up close to the gate.

REDUCE, REUSE, RECYCLE.

A few people were milling about. Bond recognised the German businessman, Hans Eberhard, in a beige suit and white shoes. He was talking to Niall Dunne, who stood still as a j.a.panese fighting fish. The breeze ruffled his blond fringe. Eberhard was finis.h.i.+ng a cigarette. Perhaps Hydt didn't allow anyone to smoke inside the plant, which seemed ironic; the outside air was bleached with haze and vapours from the power plant and the methane that was being burnt.

Bond waved to Dunne, who acknowledged him with a blank nod and continued his conversation with the German. Then Dunne pulled his phone off his belt and read a text or email. He whispered something to Eberhard, then stepped away to make a call. On the pretence of using his own phone, Bond loaded the eavesdropping app and lifted it to his ear, rolling down the pa.s.senger window of his car and aiming it in the direction of the Irishman. He stared ahead and mouthed to himself so that Dunne would not guess a microphone was pointed his way.

The Irishman's conversation was one-sided but Bond heard him say, '. . . outside with Hans. He wanted a smoke . . . I know.'

He was probably speaking to Hydt.

Dunne continued, 'We're on schedule. I just had an email. The lorry left March for York. Should be there any minute. The device is already armed.'

So, this was Incident Twenty! The attack would take place in York.

'The target's confirmed. Detonation's still scheduled for ten thirty, their time.'

Dismayed, Bond noted the time of the attack. They'd a.s.sumed ten thirty at night but every time Dunne had referred to a time he'd used the twenty-four-hour clock. Had it been half past ten in the evening he would have said, 'Twenty-two thirty.'

Dunne looked at Bond's car and said into the phone, 'Theron's here . . . Right, then.' He disconnected and called to Eberhard that the meeting would start soon. Then he turned to Bond. He seemed impatient.

Bond dialled a number. Please, he whispered silently. Answer.

Then: 'Osborne-Smith.'

Thank G.o.d. 'Percy. It's James Bond. Listen carefully. I have about sixty seconds. I've got the answer to Incident Twenty. You'll have to move fast. Mobilise a team. SOCA, Five, local police. The bomb's in York.'

'York?'

'Hydt's people're driving the device in a lorry from March to York. It's going to detonate later this morning. I don't know where they'll plant it. Maybe a sporting event there was that reference to ”course”, so try the racecourse. Or somewhere there's a big crowd. Check all the CCTVs in and around March, get the number plates of as many lorries as you can. Then compare them to the plates of any lorries arriving in York about now. You need to-'

'Hold on there, Bond,' Osborne-Smith said coolly. 'It has nothing to do with March or Yorks.h.i.+re.'

Bond noted the use of his last name and the imperious tone in Osborne-Smith's voice. 'What are you talking about?'

Dunne gestured to him. Bond nodded, struggling to smile amiably.

'Did you know Hydt's companies reclaim dangerous materials?'

'Well, yes. But-'

'Remember I told you he was digging tunnels for some fancy new rubbish collection system under London, including around Whitehall?' Osborne-Smith sounded like a barrister before a witness.

Bond was sweating now. 'But that's not what this is about.'

Dunne was acting increasingly impatient, his eyes focusing on Bond.

'I beg to differ,' Osborne-Smith said prissily. 'One of the tunnels isn't far from the security meeting today in Richmond Terrace. Your boss, mine, senior CIA, Six, Joint Intelligence Committee it's a veritable Who's Who of the security world. Hydt was going to release something nasty that his hazardous-materials operation had recovered. Kill everybody. His people have been hauling bins in and out of the tunnels and buildings near Whitehall for the past several days. n.o.body's thought to check them out.'

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