said in a tired voice.
“Violator?” He could tell Brewer couldn’t tell if it was him.
He replied in a bored tone. “Iden to follow. Whiskey, Oscar, Tango, Lima, Mike.”
“Okay. It’s you. Are you operational?”
She wasn’t asking him if he was feeling all right; she was asking if he could do his job.
“I’m just peachy,” he replied, glancing down again at the pinkish urine.
Brewer’s voice filled his left ear now. “We’ve got a facial recog analysis hit up there in Edinburgh. I’ve had a team looking at security and traffic cams for the past eight hours. We finally found who we’re looking for.”
“Zoya?”
“Artyom Primakov aka Roger Fox.”
“The made man for the Russian mob that Belyakov mentioned?”
“That’s right. He was picked up on a camera near the University of Edinburgh. Riding in a black passenger van that turned into an underground garage below a building that used to house a science lab. I have an address.” She added, “He was not alone.”
“How many with him?” Court asked as he zipped up his fly and sat back against the sink.
“It was hard to tell inside the van from the images. We think there were a total of five. Two in the front and three in the back.”
“Was Zoya in the car?”
Brewer paused.
“Was . . . Zoya . . . with . . . him?”
“Anthem was there, yes. Along with a man who looked like he had to have been at least six foot six.”
“Bigger. Much bigger,” Court mumbled.
“He came up on facial recog, too, because of a stint he did in prison for murder. His name is Jon Hines, he’s English. You know him?”
“Only socially.” Court then asked, “What about Zoya’s father?”
“We aren’t sure what he looks like, but there was no one of his age in that vehicle. We ran a wide search of cameras around that location and we just snagged a hit from about an hour ago. A large Mercedes pulled into the same garage. A man in the back of the vehicle might have been General Zakharov.”
“Might have been?”
“This man wore a beard, but he seemed to be the right age and general build. No photo of Zakharov has been taken in fifteen years, so we can’t be certain.”
“What do you think?” Court asked.
“I think we can assume it’s him.”
“Are they all still in the building?”
“We are monitoring all the cams in the area and believe so, but there is only one way to know for sure.”
“I’m gonna take a guess. You need me to just be-bop in there and find out.”
Brewer sighed. Court knew the woman hated him, but he couldn’t help being a smartass to her considering her constant superior attitude.
She said, “Look, the British have a mole, too, so the fewer who know what we’re doing, the better.
“But I am able to offer you some help if you can wait. We are en route to Inverness right now and will fly right over Edinburgh. We can stop off there, get to you, and help hit the science lab.”
Court laughed. “Oh, great. You and Matt Hanley are going to come in with guns up and save the day?”
“No, Violator. That’s not what I’m proposing. Matt has Jenner’s Ground Branch team working as his security, and they are on board the aircraft. Eight operators. The best. If you can wait two hours, we’ll drop off Jenner’s boys, and you all can make entry on the building.”
Court said, “The enemy gets a vote, Brewer. If I think they are about to leave, I’m going to have to go in whether or not Jenner and his pipe hitters show up in time.”
“I understand. There is another singleton asset who just arrived in Edinburgh, along with a case officer. I sent them up last night to help in the hunt for Zakharov. I can send them to you.”
“The CO. Is he a shooter?”
He heard her typing for a moment. “Well . . . of course he’s been through the Farm, but . . . that’s about it.” The Farm was the CIA’s officer training program at Camp Peary. A former Ground Branch Special Activities Division paramilitary officer like Gentry considered the firearms instruction at the Farm to be just step one of one hundred to becoming proficient in shooting and close-quarters battle tactics.
But Court knew he was nowhere near one hundred percent himself. “I’ll take the asset, and I’ll take the CO as a driver, just in case we’ve got to move in before Jenner gets here.” He next asked, “What are