as to Quinn’s whereabouts by morning or he stays down there till he dies. Goodbye for the moment.’
The light went out and Callaghan said, ‘The bastards. All right for you, Dillon.’
‘There’s always a choice, Francis. You can come clean and tell them what they want to know.’
‘They’ll kill me anyway.’
‘Maybe not. Quinn’s their business now, not mine, but you could still be of use to my boss, Brigadier Charles Ferguson, and you must know who he is.’
‘Become an informer, you mean?’
‘Absolutely. I’m sure you could tell him a great deal about all those friends of yours in the UFF and the UVF. You see, if the IRA agree to a ceasefire it’s the Protestant Loyalists the British Government are going to have to worry about.’
‘And so they should. We’ll give them hell for selling us out.’
‘Not from the bottom of a well in Beirut. Tell me where Quinn can be found and I’ll see if we can do a deal with Omar. You’ll be of no further use to him, but to us … That’s a different story.’
‘I’ll see you in hell first.’
‘Suit yourself, son. You’ll be a long time dead.’
There was a swishing in the water. Callaghan said, ‘Oh, Christ, the rats are back.’
Hannah Bernstein had been worried for some time. It was taking too long. She sat in her room at the Al Bustan gazing out to the bright lights of the city below.
‘Damn you, Dillon, where are you?’ she said softly.
Born into a wealthy upper-class Jewish family, her father a famous surgeon, her grandfather a rabbi, the best schools, then Cambridge, she had astounded everyone by joining the police, and her rise to Detective Chief Inspector in Special Branch had been meteoric. On two occasions she had shot people in the line of duty, so violence was not unknown to her, but her weakness was a rather rigid moral code that made it difficult for her to cope with the Dillon of the old days, the legendary IRA gunman. She could never see his slate as wiped clean, no matter what he was doing now on the side of right. Having said that, the truth was she liked him too much.
The empty hotel room had begun to feel oppressive. She went downstairs to the bar, waved a waiter away and went out on the terrace. Leaning on the balustrade, she looked down over the gardens to the brightly illuminated car park. At that moment, a taxi drove up and Walid Khasan got out.
He started up the steps to the terrace and she called, ‘Over here.’
He paused, glanced up, then hurried to join her. ‘We’ve got trouble, I’m afraid,’ he said. ‘Serious trouble.’
Her stomach knotted. ‘Tell me.’
When he was finished, she said, ‘Can this Omar be trusted?’
‘Oh, yes, but judge for yourself.’
Walid turned and waved to the taxi. The rear door opened and Omar got out. He paused halfway up the steps to light a cigarette, then joined them, smiling pleasantly.
‘Chief Inspector, what a pleasure.’
She became very formal, very much the police officer. ‘Can we rely on your good faith?’
‘Absolutely. We of Dark Wind always keep our word.’
‘See that you do.’ She glanced at Walid Khasan. ‘I’ll speak to the Brigadier. Obviously you’ll act as our contact in this matter.’
‘Of course.’
She turned to Omar. ‘We’ll be in touch, then.’
‘A pleasure meeting you, Chief Inspector,’ he said, turned and went down the steps.
Beirut was three hours ahead of London, so it was just before eight at the Cavendish Square flat and Charles Ferguson was about to leave for dinner at the Garrick Club when the phone rang.
‘Bernstein,’ she said. ‘Bad news, I’m afraid.’
Ferguson listened to what she had to say, then sighed. ‘Oh, dear, what a bloody mess.’
‘Can anything be done, sir?’
‘Oh, yes, plenty of cash in the contingency fund. Anticipating the possible need to get you out in a hurry I ordered the RAF to respray one of our Lear jets in United Nations strip. That way it can land at Beirut International Airport. We’ll fly via Cyprus.’
‘We, sir?’
‘Yes, I’d better come myself. I’ll be with you tomorrow, Chief Inspector.’
‘Thank God for that.’
‘One thing you can do. You demand to see Dillon personally, to assure yourself he’s still in one piece. You also tell this chap Omar that I want Callaghan, too. This present job’s blown, of course, but he could be very useful to us – fountain of knowledge as regards the Protestant movement.’
‘Right, sir.’
‘Be of good heart, Chief Inspector, I’ll be with you soon.’
When Walid Khasan and Hannah were led into the room, Omar stood up behind the desk. ‘A pleasure to see you again, Chief Inspector, and so soon.’
‘Let’s make this brief.’ She was as cold and formal as if charging someone at West End Central Police Station. ‘Brigadier Ferguson arrives tomorrow and your terms will be met.’
‘Excellent.’
‘Just one thing. You give us Callaghan too.’
‘That could be arranged.’ He shrugged. ‘Depending on his willingness to give us the information we need.’
‘Right, I’ll speak to Dillon now and I’ll make that point clear.’
The lights came on and Dillon glanced up to see her peer down. ‘You all right, Dillon?
‘I’ve been better, girl dear, but you shouldn’t be here in such bad company.’
‘We’ll have you out tomorrow. The Brigadier’s flying in.’
‘Now, isn’t he the grand man?’
‘Are you there, Callaghan?’ she called.
‘And where else would I bloody be?’
‘We’ve struck a deal. Tell them where to find Quinn and they’ll let you leave with us.’
‘And then what?’
‘You’ll fly back to London and sing your heart out.’
‘Screw you.’
‘Then they’ll leave you down there to rot.
