Deception

SIXTY-TWO

‘Have you heard from the Screaming Eagle yet?’ Paulton walked into Deakin’s room without ceremony, sniffing the air like a bloodhound. He was referring to Turpowicz, using the 101st Airborne’s nickname. Dressed in a neat suit and tie, the executive abroad, he strode across to the window overlooking a large expanse of lake and studied the landscape. It looked fresh and clean under the early morning sunlight, inviting a brisk walk. ‘He was supposed to keep in touch, wasn’t he?’

Deakin shrugged. ‘He’s not a rookie; I don’t need to hear from him every couple of hours. What’s the problem?’

It had been two days since Ganic had failed to respond; two days since they had received confirmation that both the Bosnians had gone down, apparently without revealing any information. Dead before they hit the ground, according to Paulton’s contact in the Met Police.

‘The lack of reassuring information is the problem,’ Paulton murmured. ‘He was supposed to get close to Tate and deal with him for good. He has all the information he needs. I’d just relish hearing that he has done that.’

Deakin lifted an eyebrow. For once, he seemed quite calm, while Paulton was the edgy one. They had remained in position, safe in the knowledge that nothing would go wrong, and neither of the Bosnians knew where they were, so could not reveal their location, even if they survived. Turpowicz, on the other hand, did know, although Deakin had professed continued faith in the former American soldier’s ability to stay out of trouble and keep his mouth shut even if he was questioned.

‘You need to chill, George,’ he said. ‘Turp will do the business.’ He grinned malevolently. ‘He has a vested interest in doing things right, anyway. The Yanks are a lot less forgiving of their deserters than the Brits; if they should happen to find out where he is. . well, he’ll spend a lot of time banged up.’

Paulton looked at him. ‘Tom, if I didn’t know you better, I’d say that sounds as if you’ve applied a little undue pressure on our American friend. That’s a bit risky with a man of his background, isn’t it?’

‘Not really. Turp knows which side his bread is buttered.’

‘I’ll take your word for that. Only I would like to hear that he’s still in the game. . merely for my own peace of mind, you understand?’ He waited, eyebrows lifted, until the other man nodded with a sigh.

‘OK. I’ll call him.’ Deakin took out his mobile and touched speed dial. It rang several times before being picked up. ‘Turp? How’s it going? Have you completed the transaction yet?’ He listened, eyes on Paulton, then said, ‘Sounds good to me. You know where to meet up once you’re done? Good.’ He switched off the phone and smiled. ‘He knows where Tate is going to be tomorrow morning. He’ll do it then. Believe me, I’ve seen his work before. Tate’s dead meat. Satisfied?’