he?’
‘Dead. He shot her and then shot himself.’ ‘Well, there you are, that’s the way it goes,’ Holley told him.
‘Prime Minister Putin has asked me to tell you he owes you one, Daniel.’
Holley laughed. ‘Now that really does frighten me, Josef. Thank him for the kind thought, but I think I’ll still lock my door at nights.’
Lermov hung up. Harry Salter said, a kind of admiration in his voice, ‘What a cool bastard you are, my old son. I’ll have to keep my eye on you.’
‘Well, that will keep me safe, if nothing else,’ Holley told him. ‘What happens now?’
‘Luncheon,’ Ferguson said. ‘Is that all right with everybody?’
‘Not me,’ Roper said, ‘you’ve given me the rush job of all time. I’ve got a million things to do. You lot just get on with it.’
‘So where shall we eat?’
Ferguson asked. ‘What about the Al Bustan in Shepherd Market?’ Holley said. ‘Great Lebanese food.’ ‘Let’s go,’ Ferguson said.
Selim Lancy had been keeping an eye on his namesake at his shop, which was easy enough to do in the congested and narrow streets of the market. There were also numerous cafés with tables outside, and he was sitting at one, observing the shop, when the party from Holland Park arrived at the Al Bustan, which was just on the corner. It was a surfeit of riches, for the Preacher had followed up his photo of Holley with further ones covering Ferguson’s most important people. And now here they were, just dropped into his lap.
The waiters pushed tables close so they could sit together under an awning outside the restaurant, and wine was ordered. It was all very good-humoured.
Lancy sat down at a small table on the edge of things, but not too close. He didn’t need to be close, for the hearing enhancer he slipped into his right e eavesdrop. He ordered wine himself and began reading his newspaper.
It was Ferguson who gave it away by asking Holley, ‘How long since you were last in Peshawar, Daniel?’
‘Five months ago,’ Holley said. ‘Flying visit. I was only there three days. Long enough to complete business, then get out. You wouldn’t want to linger, and you shouldn’t, General.’
A moment later, Ferguson had to answer his Codex. He listened for a few moments, then said, ‘Excellent.’
He said to the others, ‘That was Roper. The Pakistan Embassy has agreed to our visit. A Military Police Colonel named Ahmed Atep will be our contact, Major. Parry and Lacey have been alerted and are already on their way to Farley to get the Gulfstream ready.’
‘And what about the dealers I suggested you meet?’ Holley asked.
‘Roper’s emailed them and said it was your personal request that they co-operate.’
‘Has he had replies?’
‘Yes, from this Dak Khan and José Fernandez, who both indicated that they would help in any way possible.’ Ferguson shrugged. ‘They probably think there might be money in it.’
‘And Jemal Hamid?’
‘Apparently killed in a roadside ambush of a convoy close to the border some weeks ago.’
‘On the Pakistan side?’
‘It would appear so.’
Holley shrugged. ‘That’s the way it goes. It’s a thoroughly dangerous adventure, General. When do you go?’
Ferguson glanced at his watch. ‘As soon as we’re done with lunch. So let’s order, gentlemen.’
Lancy asked for his bill, paid the waiter and walked away, not only satisfied, but excited. His Mercedes was parked in a nearby mews and he went and sat behind the wheel and reported in to the Preacher. Professor Hassan Shah was in the garden of his house, sitting at a table on the terrace, marking a student’s thesis.
‘Excellent,’ he said when Lancy was finished. ‘You’ve done brilliantly. Is there anything to report on Malik?’
‘I’ve had a word with a few of the Brotherhood with shops in the area.’ He was speaking of the Army of God, on the face of it a Muslim charity. ‘He seems harmless enough.’
‘Then you can forget him from now on. I want you to drive out to this airfield and confirm their departure.’
‘You’ve got it, boss. Ferguson said they’d be leaving in three hours, so I’ll wait till nearer the time. I don’t want to stand out or anything.’
‘Just get it right.’
After lunch, Holley stopped for a moment at the Dorchester to collect a couple of things before going on with Ferguson and Miller to the airfield. Just as he was going back out through the door, Malik phoned him from Algiers. ‘How are you? I was speaking to Cousin Selim and he’s worried about you.’
‘No need,’ Holley said. ‘I’m taking