Unfortunately, it didnt end there, Blake told him. Its all in the file. Suffice it to say that ultimately all three Rashid brothers paid the price for their fanaticism leaving only their sister, Kate. The richest woman in the world probably, a woman who has everything and lost everything. Three beloved brothers. She wants revenge, Im sure of it.
You mean she couldnt get the President last time, so she might try again?
We believe she could be capable of anything. Theres one other wild card. The Daunceys had what the English aristocracy call a minor branch, some people who moved to America in the eighteenth century and settled in Boston.
Theyre lawyers and judges now, Cazalet said. Very respectable. I know the family.
Quinn said, Is there something I should know here?
Blake passed another file across. Rupert Dauncey West Point, Parris Island.
Another Marine, eh?
Yes, and a good soldier, Blake said. He won a Silver Star in the Gulf, then served in Serbia and Bosnia. There was a suggestion he might have killed Serbs a tad harshly, but nothing came of it, and after a very nasty Muslim ambush, which he foiled, he received the Distinguished Service Medal. He was raised to a quick Captaincy
Which led to a transfer to the Marine Embassy Guard in London, the President said.
And I can guess what happened next, Quinn said. Once in London, he introduced himself to the good Countess, is that it?
They hit it off immediately, and have been very close ever since, Blake said. Hes very good-looking, I gather, especially in his Marine dress uniform. All those medals. I believe, technically, that hes Kate Rashids third cousin.
Ah, well, that would make it legal.
Well, no. To put it delicately, Rupert Dauncey is of a different persuasion, Blake told him.
You mean hes gay?
Im not sure. Hes not into women, we know that. On the other hand, he doesnt cruise bars, and theres no indication of a boyfriend either. Anyway, if we can set that aside we cant help feeling that between the two of them, theyre hatching something. Lady Kate still bears a grudge not only against the President but against me and Sean Dillon and his crew, since we were all involved in the deaths of her brothers.
Jake Cazalet said, Thats why I want you to go to London. Well arrange for you to meet with General Ferguson, Dillon, Superintendent Bernstein. Ill speak to the Prime Minister, who is well aware of the situation.
And then?
Nose around, use your contacts, see what you can find out. Maybe were wrong. Maybe shes changed. Who knows?
I do, Blake said. She hasnt, and she wont.
Fine. I bow to your superior judgment.
Ill go as soon as I come back from Kosovo, Quinn said. Quinn Industries has a townhouse in London, Ill stay there. If I remember right, in fact, its close to the Rashid place.
Good. The President smiled. Now, for the more immediate future, lets discuss plans for dinner. Im going out tonight, to the Lafayette. You should join us.
Id be delighted.
Especially because Blake always being a hundred and fifty percent right on intelligence matters I understand that none other than the Countess of Loch Dhu and her cousin, Rupert Dauncey, are booked for dinner there as well.
What?
You know me, Daniel, I always did like to put the cat in amongst the pigeons. Time to stir things up. He turned to Clancy. Youve got things in hand, presumably?
Absolutely, Mr President.
Fine. Well meet at eight-thirty. Be kind enough to see that Senator Quinn is returned to the hotel.
At your orders, Mr President, Clancy told him.
And Clancy, if Dauncey is around, dont take any shit. He may be a Marine Major, but as I recall, you were one of the youngest sergeant majors in the Corps.
What is this? Quinn demanded. Parris Island? You expect him to kick ass?
Jake Cazalet laughed. Would you, Clancy?
Hell, no, Mr President. Id more likely put the Major on a seven-mile run with a seventy-five-pound pack on his back.
I love it, Quinn said. All right, Ill see you there. He went out, Clancy following.
Youll speak to Ferguson? Cazalet said to Johnson.
First thing in the morning.
General Charles Fergusons office was on the third floor of the Ministry of Defence overlooking Horse Guards Avenue. He was at his desk the next day, the red security phone in one hand, a large, untidy man with grey hair, a fawn suit and Guards tie. He put the phone down and pressed his intercom. A woman answered.
General?
Is Dillon there?
Yes, sir.
Ill see both of you now.
Detective Superintendent Hannah Bernstein entered, a woman in her early thirties, young for her rank, with close-cropped red hair and horn-rimmed spectacles. Her black trouser suit was elegant, and looked more expensive than most people could afford on police pay.
The small, fair-haired man with her wore an old black flying jacket. There was a force to him, obvious the moment he entered the room. He lit a cigarette with an old Zippo lighter.
Feel free, Dillon, General Ferguson said.
Oh, I will, General, knowing the decent stick that you are.
Shut up, Sean, Hannah Bernstein told him. You wanted us, sir?
Yes. Ive had interesting news from Blake Johnson concerning the Countess of Loch Dhu.
Dillon said, Whats Kate been up to now?
Its more a matter of what she might be up to. There are computer printouts on the way. Hannah, would you see if theyve arrived?
She went out. Dillon poured a Bushmills and turned. Shes back, is that it, General?
She promised to get the lot of us, didnt she, Sean? As payment for her brothers?
She can try and I love her dearly. Dillon drained his glass and poured another. He raised it in salute. God bless you, Kate, but not after what you tried to do to Hannah Bernstein. Try anything like that again and Ill shoot you myself.
Hannah came in with fax sheets and printouts.
Ferguson said, Ill tell you first what Blakes told me, then you two read whats in here.
A little while later, they were up to date.
So shes got herself a man, Hannah said.
Dillon looked at the printout photo of Rupert Dauncey.
More or less, anyway. He grinned.
Ferguson said, Ill tell you what disturbs me. The information Daniel Quinns people got about those donations: the Act of Class Warfare education programme, the Childrens Trust in Beirut.
Well, she is half Arab, and the Bedu leader in Hazar, Dillon told him. You expect her to give to Arab causes. But I agree. Theres more here than meets the eye.
Ferguson nodded. So what do we do?
To find out what shes up to? Dillon turned to Hannah. Roper?
She smiled and said to Ferguson, Major Roper, sir?
The very man, Ferguson said.
4
4
Daniel Quinn was waiting by the entrance of the Hay-Adams when the limousines arrived. Clancy Smith was first out, followed by three other Secret Service men from two escort vehicles. Clancy passed Quinn and nodded as he went in. Blake got out and waited for the President, who went up the steps and shook Quinns hand.
Daniel.
It was all for the cameras, of course. There were, as usual, two or three photographers whod heard the President would be there. Lights flashed, photos were taken, Cazalet shaking Quinns hand. Clancy appeared in the entrance. The other Secret Service men flanked the President and Blake as they went in.
Blake, Cazalet, and Quinn were placed by the restaurant manager at a round table in a corner, excellent from a security point of view. All around them, enthralled diners produced a muted buzz of conversation. Clancy organized his men, who stood against the wall. Clancy himself hovered, always the dark presence.
Drinks, gentlemen? Cazalet said. What about a good French wine? He turned to the waiter. Lets try a Sancerre.
The waiter, his evening made, nodded eagerly. Of course, Mr President.
Ill tell you, I can use a drink. Cazalet turned to Quinn. Ive been trying to deal with this whole energy thing weve been having. With the prices sky-rocketing, oil demand climbing, those damn rolling blackouts its like Im just waiting for some disaster to strike. And people are starting to notice. Did you see that poll last week? Why doesnt the government do something about it? Well, Im trying, damn it. Some people are starting to smell blood in the water you know who I mean. If I cant figure out a way to alleviate this mess, the midterms next year are going to be a disaster, and then I can forget about trying to get through any of my programmes. I might as well resign for all the good I could do.
Quinn started to say something, but Cazalet just waved him off. Oh, never mind me. Im just venting. Thats not what this dinner is about. He smiled. Were here for a little entertainment. Its like waiting for the start of a Broadway play. He glanced toward the door. And I believe the curtain is about to go up.
The Countess of Loch Dhu was at the door. The diamonds at her throat were dazzling, the black silk trouser suit a kind of art form. Beside her, Rupert Dauncey wore an elegant Brioni blazer and trousers, with a white shirt and dark tie. The blond hair was perfectly combed.
The restaurant manager was on to them in a moment and began to lead them through the tables. As they grew closer, the President said, Speak to her, Blake, youre the one who knows her.
Blake stood up as she approached and said, Kate. Well, this is serendipity.
She paused, smiled, then reached to kiss his cheek. Why, Blake, how nice. She turned. Have you met my cousin, Rupert Dauncey? No, I dont believe you have. You have a lot in common, you know.
Oh, his reputation precedes him, said Blake.
Rupert Dauncey smiled. As does yours, Mr Johnson. And Senator Quinns here.
Thank you, said Quinn. Nice to see you again, Countess.
She nodded. Likewise.
Mr President, said Blake, may I present Lady Kate Rashid, the Countess of Loch Dhu.
Cazalet stood and took her hand. Weve never met, Countess. Will you and Mr Dauncey join us for a drink? A glass of champagne, perhaps?
How could I refuse?
Blake waved to the waiter and spoke to him. Rupert pulled a chair out, seated her, and turned to Clancy Smith.
The last time I saw you, Sergeant Major, we were in very deep shit inside Iraqi lines.
We surely were, Major. I missed you in Bosnia.
A good place to miss anybody. Dauncey smiled and moved to stand beside him. But were holding things up.
The waiter poured glasses of Dom Pérignon. Cazalet raised his glass. To you, Lady Kate. Rashid Investments is doing extremely well at the moment, Im told. Im particularly impressed with your Hazar results.
Oil, Mr President. Everyone needs oil. She smiled. As you know yourself.
Yes, but the Hazar operations have had remarkable results. I wonder why.
You know why. Because I control the Rashid Bedu in both Hazar and the Empty Quarter. Without me, you and the Russians are nothing. Theyre the cruellest deserts in the world, you know. She turned to Blake and smiled. But Blake knows that. He was there when my brother George was killed.
Yes, I was, Blake said. I was also there the night before, when Cornet Bronsby was killed. He turned and told the President what he already knew. Bronsby was with the Hazar Scouts. They dont have a real army down there, just a regiment. The Rashid Bedu did a very thorough job on him with their knives. He turned to Kate with a smile, but there was no humour in it. But then at dawn, Sean Dillon took his revenge. It was four of you, as I recall, wasnt it? At five hundred metres? A hell of a marksman, Sean.
A hell of a bastard, Kate Rashid said.
Because one of them was your brother George? He should have thought of that before he started murdering people.
The air hung thick and cold around the table. Then the Countess smiled. Well, murder is something youd know a lot about, wouldnt you, Mr Johnson? Not to mention the price one must pay for it. Sometimes a very high price. She leaned close to him. Please share that knowledge with your friends, wont you?
Dont do it, Kate. Blake held her wrist. Whatever it is youre planning, dont do it.
Blake, I can do anything I want, she said. Rupert?
He pulled her chair back. She stood. Mr President, an honour. She turned and nodded to Dauncey, who said, Gentlemen, and followed.
There was silence for a while after shed gone. Finally, Quinn said, What the hell was all that about?
Just read the files, Daniel, Cazalet said. And get to London as soon as you can. He gazed after her. Something tells me we may have less time than we thought.
Kate Rashid and her cousin sat at another corner of the restaurant. Cigarette, Rupert.
He gave her a Marlboro and flicked a brass lighter made from an AK round.
There you go, sweetie.
She reached for the lighter. Where did you get this, Rupert? I never asked you.
Oh, its a Gulf War souvenir. I was ambushed, in a pretty bad situation, and I picked up an Iraqi AK assault rifle. It saved my bacon until help arrived funnily enough, in the person of Sergeant Major Clancy Smith over there. Afterwards, when I checked, there was one round left in the magazine.
That was close.
It surely was. I pocketed it and had it made into a lighter by a jeweller in Bond Street. He took it from her. You know the phrase, Kate? Memento mori?
Of course, Rupert, my darling. Reminder of death.
Exactly. He tossed the lighter up and grabbed it again. I should be dead, Kate, three or four times over. Im not. Why? He smiled. I dont know, but this reminds me.
Do you still go to mass, darling, to confession?
No. But God knows and understands everything, isnt that what they say, Kate? And he has an infinite capacity for forgiveness. He smiled again. If anyone needs that, I do. But then you know that. You probably know everything about me. I should think that it took you all of half an hour after I introduced myself at that reception in London before you had your security people on my case.