"The oil billionaire?" Dillon asked.
"That"s the man," Roper said. "Man of mystery, that"s his front. A billionaire many times over, and friend of Putin."
"So what on earth would Ashimov be doing around Mrs. Morgan?"
"It must have been something to do with the son," Hannah said. "Has to be."
"And the interesting question is Who sent Henry Morgan to New York with the intention of shooting the President?" Dillon turned to Hannah. "You said Dr. Ali Selim was clean as a whistle."
It was Roper who broke in. "He is, as far as my researches show."
"Then why is he involved with a man like Ashimov? What"s the purpose?" Dillon shook his head. "There has to be a reason." He turned to Roper. "What did you find out about the Wrath of Allah?"
"It was an Arab militant group some years ago during the civil war in Lebanon. With the end of that war, it seemed to disappear from view. Last year, the Israeli Mossad tried to establish if it was an offshoot of Al Qa"eda, but got nowhere.
"Well, it meant something to Henry Morgan," Ferguson said. "It may have disappeared, but that doesn"t mean it doesn"t exist. One of our greatest security problems is the way a few terrorists can hide themselves in the ma.s.s of an ordinary decent Muslim population. How can you tell the difference?"
"Mao Tse-tung invented that strategy years ago, and it eventually won him China," Dillon pointed out.
"I"ve got something else for you, recently pulled out of my printer." Roper handed three photos across. "Greta Novikova. Supposed to be a secretary at the Russian Emba.s.sy, but in reality a major in the GRU. Used to be Ashimov"s girlfriend. Neat coincidence, her being a.s.signed to London, isn"t it?"
"Quite a lady," Dillon said admiringly. He slipped a copy into his breast pocket. "Maybe I"ll run into her."
Hannah"s mobile went, she answered and listened. "Fine, we"ll be there." She turned to Ferguson. "Professor Langley, sir. He can give us a preliminary."
"Excellent," Ferguson said. "You hang in there, Major. I"ll keep you informed."
They filed into Ferguson"s Daimler, and as it moved away, Greta Novikova eased out in her Opel and went after them.
George Langley was a small, gray-haired energetic man whom they had all met in the pursuance of previous cases. Many people considered him the greatest forensic pathologist in London, and not much escaped him.
The Peel Street Morgue was an old building, some of it Victorian, but the interior was modern enough. A receptionist led them into a white-tiled room with fluorescent lighting and modern steel operating tables. Mrs. Morgan lay on one of them. The wounds from her examination had been st.i.tched up.
"My G.o.d, I never get used to this part," Hannah said softly.
Langley came in from the preparation room in shirtsleeves, drying his hands on a towel.
"Ah, there you are, Charles."
"Good of you to be so quick off the mark, George. What have you got for me?"
"Death by drowning. No suggestion of foul play. Strangely enough, no bruising. On the other hand, she was as light as a feather. Very undernourished. Her previous medical history isn"t good. The car accident, which reduced her to the wheelchair, was very grave. I"ve checked the records. I"ve also checked with her GP, and she was being treated for Alzheimer"s."
"So that"s it?"
"I"d say so. It"s interesting that the man who found her, Patel, speaks of these minor accidents she suffered in the wheelchair. I notice a report by the scene-of-crime sergeant who went to see the imam at Queen Street. Sounded most distressed, said he"d implored her many times not to venture out alone, and usually sent someone to escort her."
"Which still leaves us wondering what she was doing at the end of the jetty," Dillon said.
"I"ve had a quick look. Nothing out of the ordinary. The Alzheimer"s would make her subject to confusion, memory loss, considerable general stress. If she turned right, she"d turn the corner for the Queen Street Mosque; if she turned left, she"d find herself on the jetty and only a few yards to the steps." He didn"t even frown when he said, "Are you looking for suspicious circ.u.mstances here, Charles? You usually are."
"No, no. It"s an unrelated matter."
"Unrelated, huh? Which brings you hotfoot, plus the Superintendent and Dillon? Highly unlikely, I"d have thought. However, I can"t help you with this one and I"ve other things to do. I"ll be on my way."
They left and walked to the Daimler. Ferguson paused, frowning, and said to Dillon, "What"s that you usually say? About making it a we-know-that-they-know-and-they-know-that-we-know situation?"
"I"d say you mean you want Dr. Ali Selim pushed a little."
"Exactly. I"ll leave it to you. Blake"s at the American Emba.s.sy at the moment. We"ll all catch up later."
"Don"t you think I should provide a police presence for Selim, sir?" Hannah asked.
"No. Some things require the Dillon touch, Superintendent."
They got in and drove away. Dillon said, "You"ve noticed the Opel sedan trailing us?"
"Absolutely. Don"t forget to find out who it is."
Ferguson dropped him off. Hannah was not pleased, and Dillon leaned down to her through the open window. "Keep the faith, love."
"Well, you keep your fists in your pockets."
The rain increased, and Dillon glanced at the Opel and decided to leave it alone. He went inside the mosque and followed a sign that said OFFICE OFFICE.
In the Opel, Greta Novikova called Ashimov on his mobile. "They were all at this Major Roper"s place in Regency Square - Ferguson, Bernstein and Dillon. They"ve now dropped Dillon at Queen Street. Why?"
"I should imagine because Mrs. Morgan has met an untimely accident and Mr. Dillon is about to speak to Selim about it."
"What do you mean, accident?"
"Her wheelchair appears to have deposited her in the Thames. These things happen. Stay there and follow Dillon when he comes out."
Dillon found the office, knocked and walked in. There was no one at reception, so he tried the next door and found his quarry working at a desk.
"Dr. Ali Selim?"
Selim recognized him at once from a computer photo Ashimov had left him.
He managed a smile. "Can I help?"
Dillon decided to let it all hang out. "Oh, I think so, me ould son." He lit a cigarette.
"Not in here. It is an affront," Selim told him.
"I know, a terrible vice, but we all have them. I can see you know who I am, your face twitched, but then a guy like Ashimov would be right on the ball about me and my friends. We have a video of the two of you, by the way. That would go down big at the House of Commons, don"t you think? And I notice his girlfriend, Greta Novikova, is outside."
"I don"t know what you"re talking about."
"Well, in broad terms you do, and I could fill in the rest for you. Henry Morgan walks up a Manhattan street in the rain and disappears into oblivion, his mother goes off the jetty in Chandler Street and into the Thames. A very unfortunate family."
Selim"s face turned pale.
"Get out of here. I"ll call the police."
"Oh, I don"t think you will, not with Ashimov on your back." Dillon dropped his cigarette in a half-filled cup of coffee by Selim"s right hand. "Say your prayers, son, you"re going to need them. Oh, and good luck with the Wrath of Allah."
It was a long shot, but the shock on Selim"s face was obvious.
Dillon went out and paused on the pavement, looking across. Greta Novikova was taking a photo, and she was badly caught out when he crossed the street quickly, opened the pa.s.senger door and got in.
"Now, look here... ," she started to say.
"Oh, cut it out, girl dear. I know who you are and you know who I am." He produced a packet of Marlboros and took two out. "I bet you smoke, too. Most Russians do."
"b.a.s.t.a.r.d," she said. But she almost looked amused.
He lit the cigarettes and pa.s.sed her one. "Let"s go."
"Go? Where to exactly?"
"My place in Stable Mews. Don"t pretend you don"t know where that is."
She drove away, half smiling. "I bet Selim was messing himself in there."
"Something like that. I told him we know about Ashimov and you, and who knows? Perhaps Ashimov"s boss, the mysterious Josef Belov."
"You"re playing with fire, Dillon," she said. "I"d be very careful."
"Oh, I always am."
She paused at the end of Stable Mews. "Can I go now?"
"Of course - unless you"d like to have dinner with me."
"The great Sean Dillon with a romantic side? I doubt it. Besides, you"ve chosen a bad night. I have a function at the Dorchester ballroom this evening on behalf of the Russian Emba.s.sy."
Dillon got out and leaned in. "Oh, I"m sure I could gain admission."
She drove back to the emba.s.sy, turning over this strange man in her mind, and phoned Ashimov to tell him what had happened. "I"ve got a crazy idea he could turn up tonight."
"So he"s challenging us, is he? Well, we"ll challenge back. I"ll go with you. Pick me up at seven."
After she hung up, she went into her computer, into her secret GRU files, accessed Dillon and was breathless at what she discovered. This This was the man who"d been responsible for the mortar bomb attack on Downing Street in ninety-one? A feared enforcer for the IRA for years, a killer many times over... once an was the man who"d been responsible for the mortar bomb attack on Downing Street in ninety-one? A feared enforcer for the IRA for years, a killer many times over... once an actor actor at the at the National Theatre National Theatre? She read, fascinated.
I put the fear of G.o.d into Selim," Dillon told Ferguson on the phone.
"I thought you would. What"s your verdict?"
"Well, the obvious thing is that he didn"t deny any of it - Morgan, Ashimov, the Novikova woman, the lot."
"Well, he wouldn"t, would he? By the way, Blake"s been in touch. He"s taken all that stuff I gave him on the Muslim situation in the UK and gone straight back to Washington."
"What a shame. I"d hoped to take him to the Dorchester tonight. The Russian Emba.s.sy"s got a function on in the ballroom. Get me a security pa.s.s, Charles, Novikova"s going to be there. Perhaps Ashimov will be with her. I"d like to run with it."
"Only if you run with me, you rogue. We"ll go together."
"c.o.c.ktails at seven, Charles, not black tie. The emba.s.sy"s trying to make friends and influence people - and I understand that there might be a surprise guest or two."
"Are you referring to the fact that when President Putin finished at the European Union"s Paris conference this morning, he decided to divert his plane to RAF Northolt for a chat with the Prime Minister this afternoon? And that he"s not due to depart until late tonight?"
"And how would you be knowing that?"
"Because I"ve been notified of his flight plan out of Northolt to Moscow. It"s what they pay me for, dear boy."
"So I"ll meet you there?"
"And the Superintendent, too, I think. Dress things up a little. And do me a favor."
"Yours to command."
"Wear one of your better suits. We mustn"t let the side down. This should be interesting. I knew Putin rather well in the bad old days, you know, when he was a colonel in the KGB."
"I bet you exchanged shots across the Berlin Wall."
"Something like that. Meet us at the Dorchester as you say, at seven."
"Wouldn"t miss it."
In the ballroom at the Dorchester, the great and the good mingled with politicians and civil servants, and waiters pa.s.sed through the crowd with trays loaded with vodka and the finest champagne, as the Russian Emba.s.sy did its best to impress. Yuri Ashimov and Greta stood by a pillar, drinking iced vodka.
"It"ll be a h.e.l.l of a shock for these people when Putin appears with the Prime Minister," Greta said.
"It"ll be an even bigger one for you when Belov appears."
"Belov?" She was bewildered. "But why?"
"Because Putin wanted him. Out of all the oil magnates, Josef, my love, is the one the President trusts. They go back a long way." He reached for another vodka as a waiter pa.s.sed. "I spoke to him a couple of hours ago. Brought him up to speed on the Henry Morgan affair."
"Does Putin know about that?"
"Of course not. There are limits. Josef was philosophical about it, but he wasn"t happy about Ferguson and his friends."
"What do we do if Dillon turns up?"
"I hope he does. I have a friend named Harker, Charlie Harker. A crook of the first water, dabbles in everything from protection to drugs to women. Such people have their uses."
"What"s he going to do?"