Contents ( 84)
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- TEN
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- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
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- THIRTY
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- SIXTY
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- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
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- EIGHTY
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- Acknowledgements
‘But . . .’
‘But nothing. Now listen to . . . to me. All that matters now is my . . . my contact. The one who knows . . . the truth . . . about this. If they confirm my . . . my involvement . . . they’ll start looking for him. That’s . . . that’s who you need . . . to protect. And that’s . . . that’s who can help . . . you find the truth.’
‘You’d be willing to share your source?’
Dempsey was relieved the information was being offered up. It was one of the other reasons Kirk had sent him here. To find a way back to the original story.
‘Jangi Shah. And his . . . adopted last name is . . . Karzai.’
‘From the Karz in Kandahar?’ Dempsey suggested
‘You know Afghanistan?’
‘I’ve spent some time there,’ Dempsey replied. Enough to know that Afghans did not use surnames in the way the West would understand, and instead relied upon tribal affiliation. It made identification difficult.
‘Then you’ll know that . . . Jangi . . . Jangi has plenty of places . . . places to hide. At least for . . . for now. And if he . . . if he wants to stay hidden then . . . then they will never . . . find him.’
‘Then how will I find him?’ Dempsey asked.
Quilty smiled.
‘That’s where I come in.’
SIXTEEN
Dempsey had his phone to his ear before he had left the building. Even at the late hour, his call was answered on only the second ring.
‘Agent Dempsey.’ Henry Garrett’s voice came through clearly. ‘How can I help?’
Henry was the logistical assistant to the Director of the ISB, Elizabeth Kirk. Or at least that was his job title. In reality, his responsibilities went far beyond that. So far, Dempsey had found that there was nothing Henry could not arrange. And almost nothing he did not know.
It was almost a cliché. If you want something done, you call Henry.
‘I need a protection detail placed on a potential witness.’
‘You mean Thomas Quilty, sir?’
Dempsey was not surprised by the question.
‘I do. You have the address, I imagine.’
‘I do, sir. Is the detail to be inside or out, sir?’
‘Outside,’ Dempsey replied. ‘And discreet. If Quilty knows I’ve put a team on him he’s going to be pissed.’
‘Understood. I’ll have men there within the hour.’
‘Thanks, Henry. I’ll stay outside until they get here.’
‘As you wish, Agent Dempsey.’
The line went dead, and Dempsey took a look at his watch.
An hour. He could live with that.
*
The apartment across the street from Quilty’s had turned out to be empty. It was dark and it was unfurnished, but it was ideal for observing their target unseen. And it beat the hell out of a cramped Sedan.
‘Who do you think he is?’