The Killing Ground Part 35

He called Holland Park, gave Khan's name into the automated connection in his computer. A recorded voice gave him an answer in seconds.

"Huntley Street Apartments," he said.

Harry started to move and Billy stood up. "This is my gig, Harry. The boys and I will get him."

"You've got to think of your position, Billy."

"As a member of Her Majesty's Secret Intelligence Services? Harry, I don't give a toss. I'm as p.i.s.sed off as you two." He turned to Hall and Baxter. "Are you available?"

"Too b.l.o.o.d.y true we are," Baxter told him.

Harry said, "Okay, I'll see you on the Linda Jones, Linda Jones, and you, Major, I think you've got things to attend to at Holland Park." and you, Major, I think you've got things to attend to at Holland Park."

"You mean I'm not up to it?"

"I just don't want you involved."

"He's right," Billy said. "Come on, boys." Baxter and Hall followed him out to the Alfa Romeo parked by the People Traveller.

"Major Roper's coming out," Billy called to Doyle, behind the wheel with his book, and piled into the Alfa with Baxter and Hall and was away.

Roper emerged in the wheelchair, Harry following, and the rear door of the People Traveller came down as the lift descended at Doyle's touch. Harry put a hand on Roper's shoulder. "I'll be in touch."

"Try not to kill him," Roper said. "Sometimes I've had enough of that, too. It's been a h.e.l.l of a life, Harry."

"I know, old son. I'll try and oblige you."

The lift took Roper up and inside. Doyle drove away. Ruby appeared. "Everything all right, Harry?"

"Just going down to the Linda, Linda, love. I've got a bit of business to handle, phone calls to make. I don't want to be disturbed, okay?" love. I've got a bit of business to handle, phone calls to make. I don't want to be disturbed, okay?"

"Just as you say, Harry."

She went back inside and he walked slowly along the wharf.

KHAN WAS AT THE DESK of his study, working over some papers, when the buzzer sounded from the entry phone in the hall. Billy had given the matter some thought on the way. That Khan was involved in the whole affair was obvious, which meant he might have seen photos of the Salters and Dillon. So it was Baxter who held up Billy's warrant card when he pressed the buzzer.

Khan looked at him on the entry screen. "Yes?"

"Professor Khan? Sergeant Jones, CID Paddington Green. Young Muslim lady was a.s.saulted. A patrol car has brought her in, but her English isn't too good. She mentioned your name. I'm really asking for a.s.sistance here."

"I'm always happy to help the police."

Khan pressed the b.u.t.ton, took a few steps to the door, which burst open. Baxter moved fast and punched him in the stomach. Billy and Hall crowded in behind. An overcoat was taken down from a hall stand, his arms thrust into it, a dark trilby hat rammed on his head. Baxter and Hall walked him out to the Alfa, sat him between them in the back and Billy drove away.

HARRY WAS SITTING in the stern of the Linda Jones Linda Jones under an awning, light spilling out from the deck lamp into the gathering darkness, a gla.s.s of scotch in his hand, and Baxter and Hall held Khan in front of him. Billy leaned against the rail, watching. under an awning, light spilling out from the deck lamp into the gathering darkness, a gla.s.s of scotch in his hand, and Baxter and Hall held Khan in front of him. Billy leaned against the rail, watching.

Khan had recovered himself, but he did recognize Salter and was genuinely terrified, yet he tried bl.u.s.ter, "What's going on here?"

"I'm Harry Salter, you are Dreq Khan. I'm going to ask you some questions and if you don't answer me, I'll kill you and we'll throw you in the river."

Khan felt the bottom fall out of his stomach. "What is it you want?"

"Hussein Ras.h.i.+d and his chum Khazid, we know they were on their way to England. I'd like your confirmation that they've arrived."

"What nonsense is this?"

"Don't mess me around. A good friend of mine in Cambridge, Professor Hal Stone, just back from Hazar after helping Dillon and my Billy here to bring Sara Ras.h.i.+d home, was shot twice today in his garden and left for dead. We figure it must have been Hussein and Khazid. What do you think?"

"I've no idea what you are talking about," Khan said desperately.

"He's wasting our time, Billy. Try the hoist."

Baxter and Hall pulled off Khan's overcoat and jacket, forced him down and Billy reached for the hemp line suspended from the hoist and looped it round the ankles. Baxter and Hall heaved on the rope and pulled Khan up, head down.

"Simple question," Billy said in his ear. "Are they in England and have you heard from them?"

They swung him over and dropped him in the Thames. He went under, crying out. As his hands were untied, he managed to move his arms about. When he stopped struggling, Harry nodded and they pulled him up. He floundered on the deck, coughing and spluttering, and there was nothing left in him.

Harry said, "Let me make it quite clear. If we have to put you over again, we leave the river to take you away."

"No, for pity's sake." Khan sat up, reaching for a rail. "They are here. I had nothing to do with it. It was handled by the Broker, Osama's man, and don't ask for his phone number. He contacts you when he wants. You never contact him because you can't. Hussein and Khazid came in a boat by night from France to England. His phone call was a total surprise to me. Hussein said he was at a cottage called Folly Way at Peel Strand in Dorset. He didn't mention the name of the person he was staying with, I swear it."

"Go on."

"I tell you the truth when I admit that the Army of G.o.d has a network of spies who are just small people. I had the Ras.h.i.+ds' house watched and one of my men reported they had left the house. He followed them to Farley Field where they flew away to an unknown destination."

"Was Hussein angry when you told him that?"

"Yes. He said we had to find out where the Ras.h.i.+d family had been taken. I told him that was an impossibility for us."

"And then what?"

Khan lied desperately. "He said there was one person he could visit because the Broker had mentioned that Professor Stone, who had been part of the whole affair in Hazar, was Ferguson's cousin. Hussein said they would pay him a visit in Cambridge." There was a pause while Harry considered the matter.

Billy said, "Bleeding liar."

Harry shook his head. "The fact that Hussein has no idea where the Ras.h.i.+ds are must be true, otherwise why bother to go to Cambridge? His a.s.sumption that Hal Stone would know something makes sense."

He got up, went into the salon and poured scotch. Billy followed and closed the door. "So you believe the b.a.s.t.a.r.d?"

Harry said, "Remember what Hal said? That they were here, both of them, the other one shot me, and I didn't tell them about Zion."

"That's right," Billy said. "Ferguson admitted he'd told Stone about Zion."

"The reason they tracked Stone down was because they had no idea the Ras.h.i.+ds had gone. They must have told him that was the purpose of the visit. His saying he hadn't told them about Zion confirms they've still no idea where the Ras.h.i.+ds are."

"And Stone probably made a run for it and got the two bullets in the back," Billy said. "So what about this a.s.shole outside? Do we finish him?"

Harry opened the door and stepped out. Baxter and Hall had seated Khan in a chair. He looked as if he'd come to the end of his tether.

"What's your idea on where Hussein would be now?"

"I don't know," Khan said wearily."He's a crazy man. With his photo all over the newspapers, it was his madness coming to England in the first place."

"That's the strangest part of the whole deal," Billy said. "He should have been lifted within hours of arrival."

And Khan suddenly remembered the phone conversation with Hussein and came out with the one special piece of information. "When he was talking to me from Peel Strand and mentioned going to Cambridge, I told him that he'd have to change trains in London and wasn't that unwise because his face was in so many papers."

"And what did he say?" Harry demanded.

"That it had been taken care of and that no one would recognize him. He said, 'Trust me in this.' Nothing more."

Billy said, "Rubbish, he couldn't have had time for plastic surgery."

"Well, as he hasn't been lifted, something must have happened to him." Harry turned to Khan. "Mr. Baxter and Mr. Hall are going to take you home where you'll get a change of clothes, money, credit cards, pa.s.sport-whatever. They will then escort you to Heathrow and see you leave on the first available plane."

Khan was stupefied. "You mean you're not going to kill me?"

"Not now, but if you ever return to England, I'll know, and you'll be dead inside a week. Get him out of here, boys."

Khan was for the moment stunned. They got his jacket and overcoat on and marched him along the wharf and it was then that he found he was experiencing the greatest feeling of relief in his life. There was also a certain satisfaction in the fact that by crediting the Broker for guiding Hussein to Hal Stone at Cambridge, he'd been able to let Ali Ha.s.sim off the hook.

Back on the boat, Billy said, "Have you turned into a big softy or something?"

"Roper asked me to go easy on him. Anyway, we've managed to establish without doubt that Hussein has no idea where the Ras.h.i.+ds are, so let's go and see Roper."

ROPER LISTENED to what they had to say. Harry said, "You think I did the right thing? Will he stay away?"

"The question is, will the people in the larger world he's been involved with allow him to? We've known for a long time about the al-Qaeda influence on the Army of G.o.d. What Osama will think of a man who's done a runner is anyone's guess. The Broker won't be too happy, either. These important men in the world of terror obviously don't like any indication that things are falling apart."

"I don't give a toss about Osama and his people," Harry said. "We've got to stand up and be counted."

"I agree, but al-Qaeda leaders in Iraq would dearly love to have another spectacular in Britain. Big Ben would be good, or Buckingham Palace? The possibilities are endless."

"That would really be out of order," Harry said.

Billy put in, "They'd be happy if the Queen was at home when they did it."

"b.a.s.t.a.r.ds," Harry said.

"I could show you intelligence reports indicating that at least a couple of hundred Britons have served in al-Qaeda's foreign legion in Iraq. These are the things the public doesn't know about. And it's not just regular bombs they'd like to set off, but dirty bombs."

"Several plots involving such weapons in the UK have already been foiled," Roper noted. "We're at war and that's the fact of it."

There was a pause and Billy said, "Which leaves us with Hussein. What are his intentions?"

"He's never been a bomb man," Roper said. "My bet is a.s.sa.s.sination."

"You mean on the level of the Prime Minister or someone at that level?" Harry asked.

"Let's look at it this way. His intentions regarding the Ras.h.i.+ds have been thwarted, at least for now, so he's got to find something to do. And he's changed his appearance in some way-Khan told us that. It was worth dumping Khan in the Thames to learn it."

His phone went. It was Ferguson, and Roper put it on speaker. "How are things?"

"He's out of surgery. Professor Vaughan says it was bad and it will take time, but he's going to weather the storm."

Harry and Billy cheered and Roper said, "Have you managed to speak to him?"

"Just a few sentences. Apparently it was Khazid who held him at gunpoint and wanted to know where the Ras.h.i.+ds were. Hal refused to say, made a run for it to the door in the garden, Khazid shot him in the back as he pulled the bolt. He lost it then, was vaguely aware of another person rus.h.i.+ng through but didn't see him."

"A pity," Roper told him. "Harry put the screws on Khan earlier this evening. Rather interesting." He told of Harry's exploit with Khan and the results.

Ferguson said, "Christ Almighty, so we no longer know what the b.a.s.t.a.r.d looks like?"

"Or his intentions or where he is now. The only thing we can be certain of is that he doesn't know where the Ras.h.i.+ds are," Roper said.

"And thank G.o.d for it."

"We do know one thing," Roper told him. "When he made that original phone call to Khan, he said he and Khazid had landed by boat and were with one of the Broker's people at Peel Strand in Dorset, a cottage called Folly Way."

"Right, I'll contact the chief constable of the Dorset constabulary now. Anything else?"

"The Ras.h.i.+ds at Zion. They need to be informed of the attempt on Hal Stone's life."

"It will frighten Molly Ras.h.i.+d to death. They can't be reached, that's the important thing, so we can leave it for the moment."

"And the others?"

"I'll speak to Levin. I think he, Chomsky and Greta deserve to know. We'll make a decision later on whether I should fly down tomorrow. I'd prefer to tell the Ras.h.i.+ds personally. Dillon and I will leave in the helicopter in thirty minutes. See you soon."

IN THE BACK ROOM of the shop, Hussein and Khazid sat at the dining table with Bolton and went over the details again and again. They'd also had a CD prepared for them by the laptop man, covering every possible aspect of the village and the house, even a list of useful bird names. Khazid had found that amusing. "The most intelligent birds are crows. They can communicate with each other and count. Does that establish my credentials?"

Bolton said, "Just be yourself, as I did, and look the part." He turned to Ali. "I'll go now and purchase the same garments, boots and so on that I used. What about a vehicle?"

"Taken care of by a member of the Brotherhood in the motor trade. It's a Caravanette, with a bunk on either side in the rear and cooking facilities. A family sort of thing, popular with campers. He will also supply some tools that with luck should meet all our requirements. It will be delivered to us in a little while."

As Bolton stood up, Hussein said, "One thing I must ask. You mentioned from the edge of the wood being able to look over the wall into the garden itself and the rear of the house, a terrace and so on. Did you see anyone?"

"No, the weather was poor, heavy rain, and my binoculars were nothing special."