Part 12 (1/2)

Ratoff grimaced as the truth finally dawned on him. If they had indeed executed this plan, and then gone on to organise this ma.s.sive military operation to protect the secret, then surely he was in danger? He would be eliminated at the first opportunity; they would have killed him regardless of whether he had read the doc.u.ments. Carr had known at the outset that if it was successful the mission would be his death warrant. He smiled grimly at the irony. He would have done the same in their shoes. He looked at the doc.u.ments again and shook his head.

The wind s.n.a.t.c.hed and tore at the canvas, sending it billowing to and fro, wrenching Ratoff back to reality. When he went outside, the snow was gusting so hard he could not see his hand in front of his face.

Carr watched as the glacier edged sideways and finally disappeared from the screen. Few knew Ratoff better and Carr understood instinctively what the director of the operation was doing at that moment. He left the room, prowling ponderously through the control room, out into the corridor and back to his own office where he closed the door firmly and sat down at the desk. He picked up the telephone receiver. It was time for the next step.

He asked for a Buenos Aires number. Then for a flight to Iceland.

FOREIGN MINISTRY, REYKJAViK,

SAt.u.r.dAY 30 JANUARY, 0730 GMT

Kristin had cared for Elias since he first entered the world. She was ten years old when he was born and immediately took a great interest in the baby, far greater than her parents in fact. She remembered wis.h.i.+ng that her mother would have a little boy. Not that it mattered in the end what she wanted above all was a sibling as she was bored of being an only child and envied her friends their brothers and sisters. But her parents could not bear noise and the house was a haven of peace and quiet. Both spent long hours at the office and would bring their work home with them in the evenings, which left them no time to pay Kristin any attention. She learnt to move about the house noiselessly and to look after herself; learnt not to disturb them.

Looking back later she could not understand why they had had Elias. As grown-ups, she and Elias would sometimes discuss the fact. He must have come as a complete shock to them. When her brother was being rowdy Kristin often sensed just how deeply he irritated their parents, as if they resented any time spent on their children, as if they found their offspring a nuisance and regarded them with disapproval. Feeling this neglect brought Kristin even closer to her brother. Yet their parents were never cruel, never smacked them or doled out harsh punishments; the worst of it was that if either child misbehaved, their indifference would become even more marked, the silence in the house even deeper, the calm and peace and quiet more consuming.

While Kristin had quickly learnt to adapt by creeping around, trying not to disturb them unnecessarily and taking care of herself, these were lessons Elias never grasped. He was noisy and demanding, 'hyperactive', their parents said. Their aggravation was obvious. He cried for the first three months after he was brought home from the hospital and at times Kristin would cry with him. As Elias grew up he was forever spilling his milk, knocking over his soup bowl, or breaking ornaments. Kristin quickly developed a stifling sense of responsibility and would chase him around with a cloth, trying to limit his damage. By the time she was fourteen she was his sole carer: on her way to school she would drop him off at day nursery, and after school would fetch him, feed him, play with him, see him to bed at the right time and read to him. Sometimes she felt he was her own child. Above all she made every effort to keep the peace, to make sure that her parents were not disturbed. That was her responsibility.

It took many years for her to discover the reason for their indifference and neglect. She had occasionally noticed the signs but did not recognise them for what they were until she was older. Bottles she could not account for would surface in peculiar places, either empty or half-full of clear or coloured liquid: in the wardrobe, in the bathroom cupboards, under their bed. She left them there, never removing them from their hiding places and they would vanish as if of their own accord.

There were other, more distressing signs. Her father would often leave on long business trips, or lie ill in bed for days. Her mother was frequently incapacitated, or saw things that no one else could see, though this happened rarely and at long intervals, so Kristin learnt to live with it, as Elias would in his turn.

'I do wish we could spend more time with you,' their mother once said to Kristin, and she noticed that oddly sweet smell on her breath. 'G.o.d knows, we do our best.' She was drunk when her car hit a lamppost at 90 kilometres an hour.

All these memories pa.s.sed through Kristin's head as she stood in her office, hearing news of her brother's condition from a complete stranger. She and Steve had gone directly to the ministry from Sarah Steinkamp's flat in Thingholt, a walk of no more than ten minutes. She lowered the telephone receiver slowly and her eyes filled with tears. She had not slept for more than twenty-four hours and still had lumps of dried blood on her ear and cheek. A familiar sense of guilt overwhelmed her.

'They don't think he'll make it,' she said quietly.

Steve took the telephone and introduced himself to Julius, the leader of the rescue team. It was still very early and no one had turned up to work yet but the security guard, recognising Kristin, had let them in. They did not intend to stay long.

Steve now heard the full story. They had found Johann's badly battered body in a creva.s.se. Elias had fallen into the same creva.s.se but still showed signs of life, though Julius was forced to admit that they saw little chance he would pull through. His condition was very poor. Julius and his team were on their way back to camp and were expecting a Defense Force helicopter before long, but they did not know if they would make it back to camp before the storm struck.

'Has Elias managed to say anything about the accident?' Steve asked.

'He's said his sister's name, nothing else,' Julius replied.

Kristin had recovered sufficiently to take back the phone.

'Elias didn't have an accident,' she said steadily. 'Somewhere on the glacier there are American soldiers and a plane that is somehow connected to them. Elias and Johann were unlucky enough to run into them and were taken captive and thrown into the creva.s.se.'

'Do you know where?' Julius asked, and Kristin heard the screaming of the wind over the phone. He was on a snowmobile and had to shout to make himself heard.

'We believe it's in the south-eastern section of the glacier. We spoke to an old pilot who used to carry out surveillance flights in the area. I'm going to get myself up there, though I don't know what a.s.sistance we can hope for. US special forces have taken over the base on Midnesheidi and the emba.s.sy here in Reykjavik. We've no idea if the Icelandic government is involved and the police want to interview me about a murder, so I can't turn to them.'

'A murder?'

'It's a long story,' Kristin said. She had heard the police announcement on the radio that she was wanted for questioning in connection with the body of a man found in an apartment in the west of Reykjavik and immediately suspected that they would try to implicate her in some way.

'The main thing is,' she continued, 'can I look to you for help if we make it? If we find the soldiers and plane, will your team be in the area?'

'You can take that as read. But Kristin...'

'What?'

'It's a b.l.o.o.d.y big glacier.'

'I know. How many are in your team?'

'There are seventy of us. We have to get Johann and Elias airlifted to town, then we can set about looking for those soldiers. But first we've got to wait for the Defense Force helicopter...'

'Why not use the Icelandic Coast Guard chopper?'

'It's busy.'

'Julius, I'm not sure you'll get any help from the base at the moment. There's a different crowd in charge there now and from what we've seen I doubt they'll provide any a.s.sistance.'

'They're sorting it out back at camp. I've no idea what's going on at the base. But I've already lost one man and the other I have to be honest, Kristin Elias is in a very bad way. There's a ma.s.sive storm brewing here. You're telling me that I won't get the help I need because of some special forces coup? I'm wondering and I have to ask you straight have you lost your marbles? I've never had a more bizarre phone conversation in my life than the last two with you.'

'I know,' Kristin said, 'I've wondered the same myself. But there's a reason why my brother's dying in your hands and it's far, far more complicated than either you or I know. I'm just saying that I'm not sure you'll get the Defense Force chopper. Call the Coast Guard and don't give up until they send theirs, whatever they say about using the one from the base. Insist on the Coast Guard chopper.'

'Got it!' Julius shouted.

'Then wait to hear from me again.'

Kristin turned to Steve.

'When are we going to meet this friend of yours, Steve? Monica, wasn't it?'

'Later,' Steve answered. 'We ought to try to rest until then.'

'Rest?'

'Elias is alive,' Steve said carefully. 'He's still alive. There's hope.'

'They didn't succeed in killing him,' Kristin said. 'They won't get away with it. We'll meet Monica, then head up to the glacier.'

'Then we'll need equipment. A guide. A four-wheel drive. Where are we going to find all that?' Steve asked apprehensively.

'We have to find those brothers Thompson mentioned. Surely they'll help us if they're still alive? Failing them, the people who live there now. And I think I know where I can get hold of a four-wheel drive.'

'Kristin, we need to think seriously about what we can achieve against a bunch of soldiers.'

'I haven't a clue,' Kristin answered, 'but I have to see what's going on with my own eyes. I have to find out what they're up to.'

Desperate as she felt about Elias, it was no longer simply about her brother. She was driven by an inner compulsion and by other forces impelling her forward that she could not put a name to. Her normal reserves of energy exhausted, she had reached a place that was beyond fatigue. She wanted to know what the plane contained and she intended to find out. And when she found out she was going to tell people, expose the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds who had tried to kill her brother and succeeded in killing his friend.

'But first I have to check out what was going on in 1967.'