Part 6 (2/2)

Billy produced his warrant card. ”Don't waste your breath. MI5, and he's got one, too.”

The other door opened, and Murphy came out, an imposing figure at six feet, with the silver hair, dressed in a full black ca.s.sock, an alb, violet stole draped over his shoulder.

”Leave it, Caitlin, this is Sean Dillon. As a boy of nineteen, I had to tell him his father was murdered by British soldiers in Ulster. He left for Belfast for his father's funeral and never returned. There were rumors that he had cast in his lot with the Provisional IRA. If so, I can't see that it in any way concerns me. As to the prayer card that I gave him as a comfort, it may be found on the Internet, if you look carefully, Sean, and has been available to all since Easter 1916. We have a Hope of Mary Hospice and Refuge where the card is readily available.” He put a hand on Dillon's left shoulder. ”You are deeply troubled, Sean, that is so obvious. Your dear father worked and did so much for the church in his spare time. The lectern in beechwood by the high altar was his work. If I can help you in any way, I am here.”

”Not right now,” Dillon said. ”But before I go, the score for dead cardholders right now is four: Henry Pool, John Docherty, Frank Barry in New York, Jack Flynn on Long Island.”

”What on earth are you talking about?” Murphy looked shocked.

”Don't listen to him, he's lost his wits entirely.” Caitlin moved close to Dillon and slapped his face. ”Get out.”

”My, but you're the hard woman. Come on, Billy, let's go.” Billy opened the great door, and Dillon turned, and Murphy and Caitlin were standing close, he with his head inclined while she whispered to him.

Dillon called, ”If you know anybody named Cochran, tell him we found his wallet, and the prayer card, too. G.o.d bless all here.”

And Caitlin Daly snapped completely. ”Get out, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d.” Her voice echoed around the church, and Dillon followed Billy to the Cooper, and they drove away.

”Do you think there's anything doing?” Billy asked.

”Oh, yes,” Dillon said. ”However bizarre it sounds, I think there's something going on there.”

”If that's so, don't you think you've given a lot away?”

”I intended to. Back to Holland Park, Billy,” and he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, thinking about it.

At the sacristy, Caitlin Daly leaned against the door and fumbled in her shoulder bag, pushed aside a Belgian Leon .25 semi-automatic pistol, produced an encrypted mobile phone, and punched in a number. It was answered at once, a man's voice, the slightest tinge of a Yorks.h.i.+re accent. Caitlin Daly leaned against the door and fumbled in her shoulder bag, pushed aside a Belgian Leon .25 semi-automatic pistol, produced an encrypted mobile phone, and punched in a number. It was answered at once, a man's voice, the slightest tinge of a Yorks.h.i.+re accent.

”Caitlin?”

”Just listen,” she said. ”We've got trouble.” She quickly told him what had taken place. ”What are we going to do?”

”How did Murphy take it?”

”How do you expect? He's too good for this b.l.o.o.d.y world. All he feels is pity for Dillon.”

”Well, he would, wouldn't he? Leave it with me, I'll handle it somehow.” The church was very quiet now when she returned, and Murphy knelt before the altar, his head bowed in prayer, and she sat in a front pew and waited. When he stood up and walked to her, she said, ”You've been praying for Dillon, haven't you?”

”Of course. So sad, that business of his father's death in Belfast all those years ago. His life has so obviously been a hard and bitter one. What else can I do but pray for him?”

She stifled her anger with difficulty. ”Sometimes, Monsignor, I think you're much too forgiving. But take my arm, and we'll go back to the presbytery for tea.”

He did as he was told, and as they walked away he said, ”Poor boy, he seems completely unhinged.”

4.

A little earlier, Miller and his sister had been on their way to Dover Street. Since becoming aware that her dearly loved brother was a man of dark secrets, Monica had also learned that anything he told her, however dangerous and extreme, was very probably true. For an academic like her, there was an undeniable thrill to it all, especially her involvement with Sean Dillon. When Miller picked her up at her rooms in Cambridge, she was already packed and waiting for him, and he filled her in on everything, as he knew it, right up to that moment. little earlier, Miller and his sister had been on their way to Dover Street. Since becoming aware that her dearly loved brother was a man of dark secrets, Monica had also learned that anything he told her, however dangerous and extreme, was very probably true. For an academic like her, there was an undeniable thrill to it all, especially her involvement with Sean Dillon. When Miller picked her up at her rooms in Cambridge, she was already packed and waiting for him, and he filled her in on everything, as he knew it, right up to that moment.

Her reaction to the event in Central Park was highly practical. ”Well, all I can say is, thank G.o.d you were carrying.”

He grinned. ”I see you've picked up the slang of our dark trade already.”

”I don't have any option, not with you and Sean round. I've checked on George Dunkley, by the way, and he's doing fine. Thank G.o.d.”

They were halfway to London when Roper called him and filled him in about Belsize Park and what was to happen.

”What about Sean?”

Roper said, ”He went to see what he could dig up in Kilburn, took Billy with him.”

”Is something wrong?” Monica asked him when he hung up.

”You could say that.” He told her about the intruder at Belsize Park. ”So this guy Cochran got away but lost his wallet, and they found another copy of that prayer card. We might as well call in at Holland Park instead of going straight to the house. They'll be finalizing the Gulfstream's departure from Farley this evening, and then there's Sean. G.o.d knows what he's getting up to in Kilburn, but, knowing him, it's bound to be interesting.” He leaned over and said to Fox, ”Change of plan, Arthur, as you've just heard.”

”As you say, Major.”

”Poor Svetlana,” Monica said. ”That beautiful house and all those lovely antiques and paintings. It's going to break her heart.”

”I appreciate that, but it's not going to be forever, and she's got Katya to support her. And they'll be safe, that's the important thing. Whoever we're up against, they're pretty nasty.”

”And Alexander?”

”Maybe in America he can get back to writing. Another War and Peace War and Peace perhaps?” perhaps?”

”Which he's perfectly capable of producing,” she said primly, and the Mercedes, approaching the Holland Park safe house, pulled up at the security gates and waited for them to open.

They found Roper in the computer room and Ferguson on his phone. He waved to them, then walked out, still talking. in the computer room and Ferguson on his phone. He waved to them, then walked out, still talking.

Roper said, ”He's been on and off the phone all afternoon. Half a dozen times with Clancy, but everything is set now. We pick them up at Belsize Park at seven. It'll take forty minutes to get to Farley Field, and they're all off by eight.”

”Where are they heading?” Miller asked.

”Andrews Air Force Base, where they'll refuel, and then move on to another base in Florida, and then proceed by helicopter to the island.”

Monica went and kissed him and ruffled his hair. ”You look tired, love.”

”I always do, these days, it's my new look. Sorry about Dunkley, there seem to be bad people out there. Are you okay?”

”A few bruises here and there. It could have been worse.”

”I suppose so. At least with Kurbsky and the ladies out of it, we'll have a level playing field, and we can just concentrate on discovering who these people are.”

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