Chapters (95)
- Cover
- Also by
- About the author
- Fortress
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- Chapter 88
- Epilogue
- Extract from State of Emergency
- Glossary
Halford looked at her, unblinking. He was in uniform, his cap occupying the space on the table in front of him. Perhaps he thought it made him look more powerful. Instead the effect was the opposite. The starchiness of his tunic and the way that the collar rode rather high round his short neck gave him the air of a schoolboy whose mother had got him a too-large blazer to ‘grow into’. Hired by her predecessor, he had never once said anything she agreed with.
Clements’s eyes darted towards her and away again as he attempted to regain control of the room. ‘Ah, we were rather expecting to focus on civil security, Home Secretary. There are a number of pressing decisions regarding co-ordination, deployment and resources.’
Garvey, knowing exactly where this was leading, waved his words away. ‘We’re not putting troops on the streets, Alec. You can forget it.’
‘We’re just talking about a visible presence. To send the message that—’
‘The only message that’s going to send is that we think we’re at war.’
Delamere, the army chief, pursed his lips. ‘Just for the record, if matters deteriorate, there’ll have to be a rethink about the PM’s plans to cut troop numbers.’
She brought him to a halt. ‘You can go on the offensive with the Treasury later about that. What I want to hear from the commissioner is where we’re at with how all this started.’
Clements wasn’t ready to give up yet. ‘We, that is the commissioner and I, feel strongly that there should be national co-ordination to the policing—’
‘Yes, good idea, sort it.’ She smiled. ‘There – that wasn’t so hard.’
She turned back to Halford. ‘So, John, who fired the shot that started all this?’
He moistened his lips with a small serpent-like tongue. ‘Sarah, I really think that at this stage it’s too early to—’
She cut him off with the sweep of a hand that had the makings of a karate chop to his Adam’s apple. ‘If we don’t bottom out how this started we’re never going to get a proper grip on it. As far as the public’s concerned, an unarmed British Muslim, a popular community worker with no criminal record or terrorist connections, who was trying to build bridges with the wider community, has been shot by the police.’
‘Which, as I’m sure you are aware, is complete and utter—’
‘But, nevertheless, a popular view, which we have yet convincingly to counter. Meanwhile the entire Muslim community comes onto the streets and here we are.’ Halford straightened up, as if to launch into a long speech. ‘I’ve put the head of Homicide and Serious Crime Command in direct control. He’s confident that we’re going to find our man in the drug world.’
‘Well, that narrows it down.’