“Why would Alexei have been in Hamburg last night?”

“Maybe he was deceived into going there.”

“By whom?”

“Allon, of course. He’s probably interrogating Alexei right now. Or maybe Alexei’s already dead. Either way, we have to assume that Allon knows where we are. Which means we have to leave England immediately.”

Quinn made no reply.

“What if I can prove Alexei was in that car?” asked Katerina.

“Another e-mail to Moscow Center?”

She nodded.

“Not a chance.”

She glanced around at the other vehicles in the car park. “They could be watching us right now.”

“They aren’t.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’ve been fighting them for a long time, Katerina. I’m sure.”

She didn’t appear convinced. “I’m not a jihadist, Eamon. I didn’t come here to die. Get me out of England. We’ll make contact with the Center and arrange a payment for my safe return.”

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” said Quinn. “But we have to take care of one piece of business first.”

Katerina watched a pair of women walking toward the entrance of Marks & Spencer.

“Why are we here?” she asked.

“We’re going to do some shopping.”

“And then?”

“We’re going to take a walk.”

62

10 DOWNING STREET

GRAHAM SEYMOUR LEFT VAUXHALL CROSS shortly after noon to brief Prime Minister Jonathan Lancaster at 10 Downing Street. He told Lancaster that Eamon Quinn was almost certainly back in the country and plotting another attack—perhaps on Guy’s Hospital during the prime minister’s appearance, perhaps on another target. They would know more, explained Seymour, once MI5’s lab completed its assault on the computer from Fleetwood. He made no mention of Arthur Grimes and his covert encounter with Yuri Volkov of the Russian Embassy. He believed in doling out bad news in small portions.

“You just missed Amanda,” the prime minister said. “She advised me to cancel my visit to Guy’s Hospital. She also thought it might be a good idea for me to remain locked inside Number Ten until Quinn is captured.”

“Amanda is a wise woman.”

“When she agrees with you.” The prime minister smiled. “It’s good to see you two are playing nicely together.” He paused, then asked, “You are playing nicely, aren’t you, Graham?”

“Yes, Prime Minister.”

“Then I’ll tell you the same thing I told her,” Lancaster continued. “I’m not going to change my schedule because of some IRA terrorist.”

“This has nothing to do with the IRA. It’s strictly business.”

“All the more reason.” The prime minister rose and escorted Seymour to the door. “One more thing, Graham.”

“Yes, Prime Minister?”

“No arrests on this one.”

“I’m sorry, sir?”

“You heard me. No arrests.” He put his hand on Seymour’s shoulder. “You know, Graham, sometimes revenge is good for the soul.”

“I don’t want revenge, Prime Minister.”