"Everything?" Daniel said weakly. "Rosaleen?"
"G.o.d rest that child"s soul, for I knew her well. She is in heaven now, and I shall pray for her, and so must you."
He smiled weakly. "I"m not baptized in the faith, Sister, my father wouldn"t have it, but my mother is a good Catholic and a matron at a hospital in Leeds."
"Well, I"m sure she mentions you in her daily prayers, and I will, too."
"Even though I"m a Protestant?"
"Even that," she said cheerfully. "But you must rest now, and Liam has to leave to take Rosaleen home to Crossmaglen and her family, so say your good-byes."
She went out, and Liam said, "Now, do as she says and take it easy. I"ll be back."
Daniel said, "Just tell me one thing. You and Provos . . ."
"What about it?"
"You"re not just another volunteer, you"re bigger fish than that?"
Liam took his right hand and held it tight. "After what you did for my beloved sister, I count you closer than any brother. No secrets between us ever, so, yes, I am."
Daniel nodded weakly. "I understand eamon de Valera"s father was Spanish, and it was his mother who was Irish. It"s the same for me, if you think of it, except my father was Yorkshire."
Liam frowned slightly. "What are you saying?"
"That maybe you could use me. I know I"m still on morphine and things are a little fuzzy, but I don"t think there"s a place in my life for the old Daniel anymore. I killed four men a few hours ago, face-to-face and as close as you could get, and it didn"t bother me. G.o.d bless Rosaleen, and I hated them for what they did to her, but to be able to do what I did, Liam." He shook his head. "There was a devil inside me, deep and hidden, but he"s found his way out."
Liam"s face was grave. "Rest, son, that"s what you need. I"ll take your love to the family, and I can tell you now you have theirs for eternity."
Rosaleen"s funeral was on Wednesday afternoon, three days after Liam left with her body, and the following morning, to Daniel"s astonishment, there was a knock on his door, it opened, and his mother entered, Liam behind her. Wednesday afternoon, three days after Liam left with her body, and the following morning, to Daniel"s astonishment, there was a knock on his door, it opened, and his mother entered, Liam behind her.
"My G.o.d, I can"t believe it," Daniel said.
She kissed him, and pulled a chair forward. "Your aunt spoke to me the moment she received the news from Liam. There"s a direct flight to Belfast from Leeds Bradford Airport. I was able to be at the funeral. I know, Daniel, the whole dreadful story and what those swine did to my beloved niece."
"And what I did to them?" Daniel said.
"Trouble, violence, the gun, is the history of Ireland, Daniel. I was born to it, and the history of the Coogan family is full of it. What you did had to be done, a terrible deed. How could I love you the less for it, but I agree with Liam. It"s best you go away for a while, leave the country, in case there"s even the slightest chance of this being held at your door."
It was interesting that Liam had said it to her, but he let that go as she got up. "You"re away, then?"
"Yes, Liam has one of his men taking me to the airport now. I love you dearly. Keep in touch any way you can," and she was away.
"The shock of my life, that," Daniel said. "Now, what"s all this about me going away?"
Liam now took the chair. "What you were saying about joining us? Now that your head"s clear, do you still feel the same way?"
"More than ever."
"I have a suggestion. We can"t manage Sandhurst for you, though I know you had an interest in going there, but we do have good relations with our Islamic friends. We"ve sent people with great success to Algiers, where we have an excellent contact. All this costs money, but we have plenty of that coming in from the States, and Qaddafi"s been more than friendly to us."
"What happens when I get to Algiers?"
"You"ll be pa.s.sed from hand to hand until you reach a training camp deep in the desert. By the time they"ve finished with you, you"ll be an expert in weaponry of every description, explosives, the mechanics of bomb making, hand-to-hand fighting, a.s.sa.s.sination." He shrugged. "What else can I say? You"re academically gifted, you could get a job in the City of London anytime you wanted. Or you could do this."
"That was then, this is now. My path has changed, Liam. I must follow it."
"Your choice, Daniel. I"ve had one of my people in Belfast remove your things from your room, and we"ve dropped a beautifully presented letter with a scrawled signature to Professor Charles Wilkinson, saying you"re having to leave for urgent family reasons."
"Well, that"s it, then." Daniel smiled. "When do I go?"
"As soon as Sister Bridget says you"re fit."
"Can I keep in touch with you?"
"No problem. I"m your control. You have my card, remember. It was a good thing you had your pa.s.sport in your pocket that night. I"ll be back for you as soon as she agrees, and then it"s over the border, and we"ll see you off from Dublin."
The person who emerged from the desert oasis of Shabwa at the age of twenty-three bore little resemblance to the Daniel Holley who had entered it. He was a thoroughly dangerous man in every way, as he reported as ordered to the man in Algiers who had received him in the first place, one Hamid Malik, a shrewd businessman whose line was general shipping in the Mediterranean. It was a front for darker matters, and he handled the needs of a number of organizations involved, as he liked to describe it, in the "death business." The PIRA were clients, and their money was good, which was all that mattered, for he was never a man to make judgments. from the desert oasis of Shabwa at the age of twenty-three bore little resemblance to the Daniel Holley who had entered it. He was a thoroughly dangerous man in every way, as he reported as ordered to the man in Algiers who had received him in the first place, one Hamid Malik, a shrewd businessman whose line was general shipping in the Mediterranean. It was a front for darker matters, and he handled the needs of a number of organizations involved, as he liked to describe it, in the "death business." The PIRA were clients, and their money was good, which was all that mattered, for he was never a man to make judgments.
Sitting opposite Daniel in the heat of his office in Algiers, with an electric fan spinning on the desk, he said, "Remarkable, Daniel. You went in a troubled boy, and the reports from the camp say you are now a man to be reckoned with."
"So what comes next?"
"Thanks to the good offices of Colonel Mu"ammar Qaddafi, the Kantara, Kantara, with a substantial cargo of a.s.sorted weaponry, is waiting in the harbor now for you to board her. Her destination is the coast of County Down in Northern Ireland." He pushed a large canvas bag across. "There are fifty thousand pounds in there, Qaddafi"s gift to your cause, and the arms are free. There"s also a letter from Liam Coogan for you." with a substantial cargo of a.s.sorted weaponry, is waiting in the harbor now for you to board her. Her destination is the coast of County Down in Northern Ireland." He pushed a large canvas bag across. "There are fifty thousand pounds in there, Qaddafi"s gift to your cause, and the arms are free. There"s also a letter from Liam Coogan for you."
"Which you probably opened?"
"I am a careful man, Daniel, and you have much to prove. Allah protect you."
The Kantara Kantara proved to be a rust bucket, with a crew of ten reasonably villainous Arab seamen who showed a certain amus.e.m.e.nt when he boarded. The captain was named Omar, and he smiled a lot. proved to be a rust bucket, with a crew of ten reasonably villainous Arab seamen who showed a certain amus.e.m.e.nt when he boarded. The captain was named Omar, and he smiled a lot.
"Ah, the moneyman." He nodded at Daniel"s bag. "A little large for my safe, but we can squeeze it in." They were standing at the bridge rail.
"That"s not necessary," Daniel told him. "Presumably, there"s a key for the cabin door?"
"Certainly, you will find it on the inside."
The crew, grouped below, seemed to find the whole thing funny, muttering amongst themselves and laughing. One of them, a Somali in a soiled white T-shirt and jeans, said, "A chicken for the plucking, this one. What will they send next?"
Daniel didn"t react. He understood exactly what the man had said and the implied threat. A legacy of his time at the training camp was reasonable Arabic, but, as his chief instructor had always said, it was sensible to keep quiet about it, prepared for trouble armed with information an enemy didn"t know you had.
On the first day at sea, lying on the bunk in his cabin with the bag in a locked cupboard underneath, he listened to the drunken voices of the crew, who were squatting under deck lights in the stern. It was obvious that, as far as they were concerned, he was never going to reach his destination. He reached under his pillow, took out a Browning pistol, pushed it into the waistband at the back of his linen slacks, and went out.
The ship"s bosun, Hussein, had the wheel, and Omar was in the stern, having a drink and laughing with the men. Daniel slid down the short ladder, hands on the rails, and they all were suddenly aware of him.
The Somali spoke before anyone else. "So here he is, the boy trying to do a man"s job."
Daniel produced the Browning and shot him between the eyes, knocking him against the rail, the skull fragmenting. The shock was complete, and the crew cowered, not knowing what to expect. The Kantara Kantara itself started to veer to port, and Daniel swung around to find that Hussein had left the wheelhouse and was raising an AK-47 rifle. He shot him twice, and Hussein bounced against the front of the wheelhouse, the rifle flying from his hands. He fell across the bridge rail and tumbled to the deck. itself started to veer to port, and Daniel swung around to find that Hussein had left the wheelhouse and was raising an AK-47 rifle. He shot him twice, and Hussein bounced against the front of the wheelhouse, the rifle flying from his hands. He fell across the bridge rail and tumbled to the deck.
Daniel turned to Omar, and said in Arabic, "I"m sure you like a neat and tidy ship, so I suggest the crew dispose of these two over the side and wash the deck down, and that you get up that ladder and behind the wheel. We appear to be going round in circles, and that won"t do, because my destination is Northern Ireland."
Eight days later, they drifted in to the County Down coast, fishing nets draping the deck as per Liam"s instructions in the letter that Malik had given Daniel. In the early darkness, two trawlers came alongside and tied up, Liam leading the way, the man with him joining with the crew of the they drifted in to the County Down coast, fishing nets draping the deck as per Liam"s instructions in the letter that Malik had given Daniel. In the early darkness, two trawlers came alongside and tied up, Liam leading the way, the man with him joining with the crew of the Kantara Kantara to transfer the cargo. to transfer the cargo.
Liam embraced Daniel and followed him to his cabin, where the bag was pa.s.sed over. "What the h.e.l.l"s been going on? This radio message to Malik? "Two men lost overboard but proceeding"?"
"I had trouble with the crew, but I made my point early."
"You mean the two over the side had a bullet in them?"
"I do. Anyway, I don"t feel disposed to the return pa.s.sage."
"That"s fine, we can send you back by air. I don"t know what happened here, Daniel, but Malik is straight as a die."
"Then he should take more care about who he hires in future. Can I stay, Liam? Is there anything active I can do?"
"Not in Ireland. We invented the term "informer," and, sooner or later, most things surface. If what you did at the Bagley Ironworks that night ever came out, there are those on the other side who"d hunt you down if it was the last thing they ever did. In any case, the army is bringing in the SAS more and more, and we"re feeling the effects, good men being killed or ending up in Maze Prison."
"You"ve trained me to be a soldier, remember that."
"Yes, and a hard man you can be, we know, but you"ve a top brain in that skull, especially in the ways of business, finance, and the like. You can serve us in other ways. There are people like us all over the world with aspirations in their own country. I want you to go into partnership with Hamid Malik. He"s got a genuine business, and one that makes money, but with something else underneath, as you know. You"re too valuable to be a foot soldier."
"And what will Malik think about the idea?"
"I think you"ll find he"ll discover it impossible to resist."
They walked out on deck, Liam carrying the bag, and found one trawler sailing away, the other still alongside. Someone shouted, "Are you coming or not, Liam? We"re loaded."
"We"re on our way." Liam crossed to the other deck, and Daniel glanced at Omar, standing at the bridge rail. "Look for me in Algiers, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d, and behave yourself."
As Liam had said, Hamid Malik agreed to the idea at once, and Daniel proved his worth very quickly, reorganizing the administrative side of the shipping business, introducing modern methods, technology, and computers. It meant a growth in the company"s legitimate side that Malik had never antic.i.p.ated. There were plenty of old-fashioned freighters available-rust buckets, perhaps, but improved at small cost-and they were perfect for the trade that Daniel expanded, working every port in the Mediterranean. Hamid Malik agreed to the idea at once, and Daniel proved his worth very quickly, reorganizing the administrative side of the shipping business, introducing modern methods, technology, and computers. It meant a growth in the company"s legitimate side that Malik had never antic.i.p.ated. There were plenty of old-fashioned freighters available-rust buckets, perhaps, but improved at small cost-and they were perfect for the trade that Daniel expanded, working every port in the Mediterranean.
Underneath, with much a.s.sistance from Libyan sources, they supplied more arms to the PIRA, to ETA in Spain, and, on one memorable occasion, dealt with a contract brokered by Liam for a weapons expert to go to South America on behalf of the Colombian terrorist organization, FARC.
Daniel had gone himself, invoking Liam"s wrath. He had ended up on the run in deep jungle, engaged in one firefight after another with pursuing Colombian special forces, and finally managed to escape across the Peruvian border.
Back in Algiers, it was business as usual, the rise of Islam inexorable. Pushed by their contacts in Libya, the firm had to concentrate on supplying the demands of people like the PLO and Fatah, and Ireland was less and less important. Besides, the SAS special forces of the British Army had affected the PIRA so much that seventy to eighty percent of the latter"s planned operations had to be aborted. it was business as usual, the rise of Islam inexorable. Pushed by their contacts in Libya, the firm had to concentrate on supplying the demands of people like the PLO and Fatah, and Ireland was less and less important. Besides, the SAS special forces of the British Army had affected the PIRA so much that seventy to eighty percent of the latter"s planned operations had to be aborted.
The First Gulf War came and went in 1991, and, in February of that year, an attempt to fire rockets on Downing Street from a parked van narrowly failed. Daniel read about it, then phoned Liam on the same old number. It was an hour before he called back.
Daniel said, "The Downing Street business. Is it one of yours? It looks like a typical PIRA hit." Over the years, their calls had been sparing.
"Absolutely not. We"ve no b.l.o.o.d.y idea whose it is. How"re things at your end?"
"How do you think? The death business has been booming in the Middle East, haven"t you noticed?"
"I"ve been thinking we might have to consider taking the fight to the British mainland again. The SAS are bleeding us dry. We may have to try something else."
"Such as?"
"Hitting at the British economy. I"ve got sleepers in London, Daniel, people who have ordinary jobs, ordinary lives, who just wait."
"For what?"
"To be needed. Over the years, many of them have attained a reasonable level of expertise in weaponry and the handling of explosives, by spending what we call a holiday at one of our training camps in the remote part of the west of Ireland."
"And you have lists?"
"I have indeed. The thing is, if there was ever a special job, when we needed to call some of them to action, would you be interested in being their controller?"
Daniel answered without hesitation. "Of course. When would it be?"
"Perhaps never. I just wanted to know what you thought. Have they got those newfangled mobile phones in Algiers yet?"
"Not that I"ve seen."
"Well, we"ve got them here, and they"ll change your life. Stay well. I"ll be in touch."
But it was November 1995 when he heard from Liam again. "A long time since you called," Daniel told him.
"I"ve been banged up in Maze Prison for four years, missed out on the City of London bombing, but they gave me a compa.s.sionate early release. Lung cancer."
"Dammit, Liam, you should have told me. What are you up to?"
"The usual thing, organizing trouble for the enemy. We"re going ahead with the idea we talked about before, a campaign in London next year that will shock the world. There"s a courier package on its way to you."
"It was just delivered. I haven"t had a chance to open it."
"Years ago, I organized my sleepers in cells of seven. There"s one in particular, a woman and six men. I last activated them four years ago. Twelve small explosions rocked the West End of London for a two-week period. They got away with it, and I closed them down. The effect was incredible. People were walking on tiptoe for months. They all live in the Kilburn area of London. The package gives you their names and last-known addresses. I want you to go to London, speak to the woman in charge, and activate the cell. At this stage, I can"t give them details of what they are required to do."