He sat at his private booth, waving the odd fly out of the way when Dermot Fitzgerald entered, worked his way through the tables, put down his bag and stood there.
May I join you?
Dear boy. Of course you may. Champagne, Abdul, he called to the headwaiter.
You may not want to.
Oh, dear, have you been a bad boy again? He savored the champagne Abdul poured. All right, tell me.
So this Russian agent Levin and the Novikova woman, you got word that they were coming, thats it? And youve come over because youre worried they might intend to do away with you?
Something like that.
Well, they are. The receptionist at Sanders Hotel gave me a phone call earlier. Told me about a couple, a good-looking man and woman, most interested in your whereabouts. It fits in neatly with a call Ive had from Captain Omar at the airstrip, about a Russian executive jet, and a good-looking man and woman, on their way here. Their pilot brought them in on behalf of Belov International. Im impressed, Dermot.
What can I do?
Well, Im not sure because theres another strange thing. Ive had a second call from my friend, the receptionist at the Sanders Hotel. Hes had a query about your whereabouts from a man he couldnt afford to offend. A business acquaintance of mine.
Who?
Tomac told him.
Fitzgerald was totally thrown. I dont know this person. Mafia? It doesnt make sense.
Yes, well, he obviously knows you. He flies floatplanes here, runs a dive center. Maybe hes acting for certain people in London whod like to lay hands on you. You seem to be in demand, Dermot.
Help me, for Gods sake.
It will cost you.
How much? I can pay well.
Get out of sight. You can use my apartment. If necessary, Ill send you to the house at Zarza in the marshes, or one of the diving boats might be better. Well see.
Fitzgerald cleared off, and a few moments later, Levin and Greta appeared, followed by a waiter with their bags. They paused at the top of the stairs, Greta causing quite a stir, then came down and crossed to the bar. Tomac stood up.
Miss Hall. He put her hand to his lips. No more delightful visitor has graced my poor establishment.
Dr. Tomac.
At your service. It was like a game they were playing.
I dislike subterfuge. For good reasons I have been traveling incognita. I am, in fact, Major Greta Novikova. This is Captain Igor Levin of the Russian GRU. Were here on State business, serious business.
Tomac managed to look grave. Please join me. Have the bags sent to the rooms, Abdul. Have some champagne served. This is obviously a matter of the highest importance. Have you spoken of this to Captain Omar, our chief of police?
As the champagne arrived, Greta said, In Ibiza we were told that in Khufra there was only one person worth talking to, and that is you, Doctor.
You flatter me, Major. He toasted them. Your very good health. Now, in what way may I assist you?
We seek a young man named Dermot Fitzgerald.
For what reason?
To save him from those who mean him more than ill will, she said. His life could be in danger.
Two men, we suspect, Levin said. One called Dillon Irish. The other, Salter.
Good heavens. Tomac managed to look shocked, and at that moment a plane roared quite low overhead.
What would that be? Greta asked.
Tomac glanced out. Oh, a floatplane from Ibiza, Eagle Air. They come in all the time and tie up by the dive center. Look, this is all very disturbing. Why dont you settle into your rooms and well talk again?
I look forward to it.
Greta walked toward the bottom of the stairs, followed by Levin, who paused and turned. By the way, you didnt say whether you know Fitzgerald.
No, I didnt, did I.
Tomac adjusted his Panama, picked up his stick and walked out.
Dillon made an excellent landing outside the harbor, and Russo took over and taxied round to the other side of the pier. There were a couple of sizable dive boats tied up to a small jetty, a flat-roofed white building with a canopy of deep blue, and a notice that said Eagle Deep Dive Center. There was a concrete ramp, as on Ibiza, and Russo dropped his wheels to taxi up.
An Arab was tidying up on the deck of one of the boats and two heavily tanned men stripped to the waist and in jeans were drinking beer in the stern of the other. They both looked around forty, long hair, muscular, fit.
Not Arab, Dillon said.
No, that one is on the other boat, Ibrahim. The others are mine, not only good Italians, but Mafia. The one with the scar on his cheek is Jack Romano. The other is Tino Cameci. They like it here. Its like a holiday. I phoned before we left. Were expected. I said you were a master diver looking for action.
Well, so is the boy wonder here. Did you mention Fitzgerald?
Yes. Romano says they know him. You see the other dive center a hundred yards along? Tomac owns that. There were three dive boats. Along with most things here. They tell me Fitzgerald hangs out there when hes around.
He took the Eagle up on the ramp and switched off. Romano and Cameci came to greet them and Ibrahim came also and got their luggage. Dillon held on to a briefcase.
We didnt expect you for a while, boss, Romano said in Italian.
Something came up. Dillon here is like a brother to me.
Romanos eyes widened. The Dillon who saved your son, your wife, may she rest in peace?
My friend here doesnt speak Italian, Dillon said.
But a gangster of the first rank in London. His uncle, his capo, saved my bacon in that great city years ago, so we are all friends. Lets have a drink on it and well discuss why were here.
Sitting under a canopy in the stern of Eagle One was very pleasant. They split a bottle of Chianti, ice cold because Russo liked it that way.
Romano said, We know this guy Fitzgerald. Hes been coming on and off for a couple of years. Hes a friend of Tomac. Dives from his joint.
Is he any good? Billy asked.
He thinks he is. You and Dillon, so you both dive?
Billy smiled. Its been known.
Dillon opened his briefcase and took a computer sheet out. This Fitzgerald has been a student at London University. I got a friend of mine to access his file. This is his photo. You confirm its him?
They both examined it. Definitely, Romano said. And you tell me hes IRA?
Well, I was IRA and I did many things, but to persuade a young nurse to give this woman, my sick friend, an overdose, then shoot the nurse dead when shes done her work. I dont think I ever did a thing like that.
Its a thing no man should do. Jack Romano bit his thumb.
Cameci said, Infamita.
Well, lets have another drink to a suitable death for him. Russo reached for the bottle and Tomac came along the boardwalk.
Tomacs come visiting.
Tomac paused, Ibrahim on Eagle Two bobbed his head to him and there was a brief exchange.
Dillon murmured, Fruits of a misspent youth, but I speak Arabic. Tomac said, I see you, Ibrahim. Ibrahim said, I see you, Effendi. Tomac said, Remember who your friends are.
Is that so? Russo said, but by that stage Tomac was at the gangway.
Ah, my good friend Russo. Permission to come aboard. All this was delivered with perfect bonhomie.
Why not?
Romano stood up and gave him a hand, and Tomac eased his great body along the gangway and made it to a chair.
Have a glass of Chianti, Russo told him. Ice cold, just the way you like it.
The way you like it. Tomac wiped his sweaty face with a large handkerchief and nodded. Gentlemen.
Allow me to introduce Mr. Dillon and Mr. Salter, Russo said. Ive just flown them from Ibiza.
Ah, here for the diving, gentlemen?
Dillon said, I hear its spectacular. I was urged to visit by an Irish friend, one Dermot Fitzgerald.
I dont think I know him.
Dillon took the photo from the briefcase again. Perhaps you recognize him?
No, Im afraid not. Of course, I cant be expected to remember all our customers. Many people come to dive here. You will be staying long?
I dont think I know him.
Dillon took the photo from the briefcase again. Perhaps you recognize him?
No, Im afraid not. Of course, I cant be expected to remember all our customers. Many people come to dive here. You will be staying long?
As long as it takes, Billy said.
Do you intend to stay at the Trocadero?
No, well spend the night here, Russo told him.
How agreeable, but Id be desolated if you failed to visit my poor establishment before you leave. He heaved himself up. Until later. He negotiated the gangway and departed.
Well, at least we know hes lying, Dillon said.
There was a small coffee stall just along toward the pier. Ibrahim had walked over to it, was standing there, drinking a cup, and Tomac paused as he passed, only briefly, and moved on. Ibrahim came back to Eagle Two and Russo called him to the rail.
What did Tomac want?
For me to watch what your guests do and let him know.
And will you?
I am your man, but if it pleases him to think otherwise Ibrahim shrugged.
Good. Have you anything to say to me?
My cousin was down from the airport, the one who works for the police. He says the plane which landed earlier is Russian and owned by a company called Belov International.
Who was on it?
A man and a woman. Theyve moved to the Trocadero.
And the plane?
Still at the airport. Two pilots. They are staying at the crews emergency quarters behind the bar.
Thats interesting. Go along to the Trocadero and ask your cousin Ali, the porter. See whats going on. This man Fitzgerald, you will recognize. I understand hes dived here many times. I want any information on him and the man and the woman from the airport.
Ibrahim went obediently. Russo said, Well see what happens. In the meantime, lets have a swim.
At the Trocadero, Fitzgerald listened intently while Tomac filled him in.
So, we have these Russians from the GRU who claim their mission is to protect you from these two men, Dillon and Salter.
What shall I do?
Ill tell Abdul to take you in the Land Rover to the house at Zarza, only he wont. Hell take you to the dive center. Ill phone Hussein and tell him to expect you. You can stay in one of the dive boats or the old dhow, the Sultan. Keep your head down till we sort something out. This is going to cost you ten thousand pounds, I trust you realize that.
No trouble, Im good for it. Fitzgerald picked up his bag. Lets get moving. I dont trust either side in this.