New Guard (CHERUB) - Robert Muchamore Page 0,43

a year.’

‘Did they have family?’

‘Chris was the family man. Three kids, seven grandkids. Lovely wife, who I still play bowls with twice a week. Frankly, I was stunned when Chris turned up dead in a hotel room.’

James wondered if she suspected foul play, but he was posing as an officer linked to the investigation, so he’d blow his cover if he asked.

‘And the other two, Kam and Gordon?’

‘Kam was divorced. Two daughters, but the break-up was horrible and I don’t think he sees much of them. Gordon, well …’ Morag paused for a sharp intake of breath. ‘I’m fairly certain he was homosexual.’

‘Right,’ James said, grinning at the un-PCness of her tone. ‘Well you’ve been very generous with your time, Mrs Henderson. I’ll try not to bother you again.’

‘Oh, I’m a lonely old bird,’ Morag said cheerfully. ‘You can bother me all you like.’

‘Did you follow that?’ James asked Ryan, after he’d hung up.

‘Most of it,’ Ryan said. ‘So Uncle bought up all the spare parts and a bunch of OME equipment. One of the three guys who can fix the control consoles is murdered in a hotel a few miles from here. The other two are missing, presumably murdered too.’

James shook his head. ‘What use are two dead engineers?’ he asked. ‘What use are all those OME control consoles to Uncle if there’s nobody alive who can fix them?’

Ryan nodded thoughtfully. ‘So what then?’

‘They say Islamic State is the wealthiest terrorist group in history. You know why?’ James asked.

‘Oil?’ Ryan guessed.

‘Exactly,’ James said. ‘Black market oil is a billion-dollar business. Islamic State-controlled areas of Syria, Libya and Iraq are full of oil wells. So I would guess that Uncle has hoovered up the supply of spare parts to keep OME equipment pumping, and has control of the only two guys who can fix things fast.’

‘Kidnapped?’ Ryan asked.

‘We’ll need more evidence to be certain,’ James said. ‘But that’s what it looks like from where I’m sitting.’

24. SMART

Five days later

James had spent the night at Kerry’s thirtieth-floor apartment in London’s Canary Wharf. She’d complimented him on his suit, helped pick his tie and told him he had nothing to worry about, before kissing him good luck. But James wasn’t a suit person. He hated the tie clamped around his neck. Smart shoes scraped the back of his ankles and the trousers itched.

It was peak rush hour as James came off the tube at Westminster. He made the short walk to the Ministry of Defence building in Whitehall, picked up a lanyard at reception and got a security guard escort to an office on the seventh floor. The narrow room had one-way glass, looking over a large conference table in the next room.

‘You look the business,’ John Jones said, as he got out of an armchair and gave James a handshake, followed by a little man-hug. ‘Nervous?’

‘A little,’ James admitted. ‘First time I’ve presented an intelligence briefing. Feels like my first day at school.’

‘What’s to worry about?’ John teased. ‘It’s just the intelligence minister, the defence minister, a full colonel from the SAS, the heads of MI5 and MI6 and a few experts on the oil industry and Radical Islam. Coffee?’

‘Water,’ James said, clutching at his throat.

James shook a few hands as he stepped into the conference room, then practically swallowed his tongue when the intelligence minister came into the room accompanied by the deputy prime minister. It felt like he had a voice in his head yelling, This is a big deal, over and over, but he got a grip once he started speaking.

Since everyone in the room was senior enough to know that CHERUB existed, James gave a brief rundown on his mission in Sandy Green. He then explained how he’d spent the last few days researching the disappearance of Kam Yuen and Gordon Sachs.

‘The pair haven’t been sighted in the UK for over six months,’ James explained. ‘Over the past week I’ve pieced together evidence that Martin Jones – more commonly known as Uncle – paid to have Yuen and Sachs smuggled out of the UK on a privately owned launch and then transferred to a cargo vessel carrying recyclables to North Africa.

‘An electronic monitoring request to GCHQ and the CIA has enabled me to track down several e-mail references to faults at oil installations using OME equipment and controlled by Islamic State. Yuen and Sachs weren’t named in any of the communications, but it does seem that there is a network of engineers working for Islamic State who

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