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Chapters (103)
  1. DEDICATION
  2. EPIGRAPH
  3. MAP
  4. PART ONE
  5. DEATH OF A PRINCESS
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  33. PART TWO
  34. DEATH OF A SPY
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  67. PART THREE
  68. BANDIT COUNTRY
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  89. PART FOUR
  90. HOME
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  97. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  98. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  99. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  100. ALSO BY DANIEL SILVA
  101. CREDITS
  102. COPYRIGHT
  103. ABOUT THE PUBLISHER

A strained silence fell between them. Seymour longed to leave but could not. The matter had to have some resolution.

“Was Quinn acting on behalf of the Real IRA,” asked Amanda finally, “or someone else?”

“We should have an answer to that in a few hours.”

“As soon as Liam Walsh breaks?”

Seymour offered no reply.

“Is it an authorized MI6 operation?”

“Off the books.”

“Your specialty,” said Amanda caustically. “I suppose you’re working with the Israelis. After all, they wanted to take Quinn out of circulation a long time ago.”

“And we should have taken them up on the offer.”

“How much does Jonathan know?”

“Nothing.”

She swore softly, something she rarely did. “I’m going to give you a great deal of latitude on this,” she said finally. “Not for your sake, mind you, but for the sake of the Security Service. But I expect advance warning if your operation spills onto British soil. And if anything goes boom, I’ll make certain it’s your neck on the block, not mine.” She smiled. “Just so there’s no misunderstanding.”

“I would have expected nothing else.”

“Very well, then.” She looked at her watch. “I’m afraid I’ve got to run, Graham. Next week at your place?”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Seymour rose and extended his hand. “Always a pleasure, Amanda.”

16

CLIFDEN, COUNTY GALWAY

THEY BROUGHT HIM UPSTAIRS from the cellar and, with his eyes still blinded by duct tape, allowed him to shower for the first time. Then they dressed him in the blue-and-white tracksuit and gave him a few bites of food and some sweet milky tea to drink. It did little for his appearance. With his swollen face, pale skin, and emaciated frame, he looked like a corpse risen from the mortuary slab.

The meal complete, Keller repeated his admonition. The Irishman would be treated well so long as he answered Keller’s questions truthfully and in a normal speaking voice. If he lied, evaded, shouted, or made any foolish attempt to escape, he would be returned to the cellar and the conditions of his confinement would be far less pleasant than before. Gabriel did not speak but Walsh, with his auditory senses heightened by blindness and fear, was clearly aware of his presence. Gabriel preferred it that way. He did not want to leave Walsh with the mistaken impression that he was under the control of a single man, even if that man happened to be one of the deadliest in the world.