Dead Men (40 page)

‘Here’s the thing,’ said Shepherd. ‘I look into Elaine’s eyes and I see an honest person who wouldn’t harm anyone. There’s no guile, no deviousness. She shows no signs of lying.’

‘Elaine is the woman in Belfast?’

Shepherd nodded. ‘She’s been hurt, and she’s carrying a lot of baggage, but that’s to be expected, considering the way her husband was killed and her son died.’

‘You sound like you’re empathising.’

‘I am. A lot. And that’s not good.’

‘You’re human,’ she said. ‘It’s natural.’

‘That means you’re giving me a clean bill of health?’

‘Buy me another pint and we’ll talk about it,’ laughed Stockmann.

Noel Kinsella looked around the hotel suite and sneered. ‘This is the best you can do?’ he asked.

‘It’s four hundred pounds a night,’ said Patsy Ellis, folding her arms, ‘and that’s before you pick up the phone to order room service.’

‘It’s tiny.’

‘It’s a suite. And it’s not for long.’

‘Have you got the tickets yet?’

‘They’ll be here tomorrow.’

‘First class, right?’

Ellis sighed. ‘Yes.’

‘Elizabeth insists on first class.’

‘Well, maybe Elizabeth should be buying her own bloody ticket. It’s not as if she’s strapped for cash.’

‘It’s not her fault that everything turned to shit in Belfast,’ said Kinsella, sitting down on the sofa. He took a bunch of grapes from the crystal bowl on the ornate coffee-table and popped one into his mouth.

‘That’s an exaggeration,’ said Ellis. ‘Frankly, I don’t see why you need to go back to the States.’

‘Because four of the guys who killed Robbie Carter are dead and I’m the only one left.’

‘They weren’t as protected as you are,’ said Ellis. ‘Lynn was riding around with two psychopathic gunmen, and McEvoy was sitting in his drug den on his own. And we still don’t know that it’s the same killer. McEvoy was a low-life with enemies all over the city, and plenty of people would happily have put a bullet in Gerry Lynn’s head.’

‘Please don’t insult my intelligence. We both know what’s going on.’

‘And we both know how well protected you are. There’ll be a man in the corridor outside and another in the next room.’ She gestured at the connecting door. ‘That will be unlocked at all times. Any problems and he can be here in a second.’ She sat in an armchair by the window. The view was spectacular, across Hyde Park and beyond to North London. ‘I do wish you’d reconsider. Now’s a pivotal time for Northern Ireland and you could make a real difference to what happens in the province.’

‘If I’m dead, I’m not going to be able to do anything.’

‘And if you run away again, the people of Northern Ireland won’t forget. Or forgive.’

‘Don’t screw around with me, Patsy,’ said Kinsella. ‘You owe me, remember?’

Ellis smiled tightly. ‘We owe each other,’ she said quietly. ‘Don’t forget that.’

‘You said it would be safe to come back.’

‘It
is
safe.’

‘Are you stupid?’ hissed Kinsella.

Ellis stood up. ‘I don’t want to fight with you, Noel. Sleep on it. Talk to Elizabeth.’

‘She wants to go home.’

‘Belfast is your home. In the States, you’re just another Irishman on the make. In Belfast, you could be a leader. You could be in the inner circle, making real decisions.’

‘Which is where you want me, right? This isn’t about me, it’s about you. You just want to use me again.’ He threw a grape at her. It bounced off her chest.

‘Very mature,’ she said.

Kinsella tossed a handful of grapes at her. Ellis stalked out of the room, fuming.

Shepherd drove off the motorway into the service-station car park and saw the grey Jaguar beside a strip of grass. As he pulled up beside it, the Major climbed out, grinning. ‘Nice car, SOCA must pay well,’ he said.

‘It goes with the legend,’ said Shepherd. He flashed his Casio watch with its calculator keyboard. ‘Same as this.’

The Major opened the boot of the Jaguar. ‘I’ve got what you wanted, Spider, but are you sure about this?’

‘I don’t have any choice,’ said Shepherd. ‘He sent a man to kill my son. If it hadn’t been for Billy and Jack, he’d have succeeded. I can’t take the chance that he’ll try again.’

‘You don’t have to do it yourself.’

‘Yes, I do.’

‘There are guys who’d do it for you at the drop of a hat.’

‘I know, but this is personal.’

‘If it goes wrong, you’ll lose everything, you know that? He’s a stone-cold killer, no question, but if you handle this yourself you’ll be a vigilante in the eyes of the law.’

‘I know you’ve got my best interests at heart, and I know you’re talking sense,’ said Shepherd, ‘but we both know that if our positions were reversed there’s nothing I could say to you that would change your mind.’

‘I can’t argue with that.’

‘So I appreciate what you’re saying, but this is my fight. That bastard attacked my family, and it’s up to me to take care of business.’

The Major stepped forward, put his arms around Shepherd and hugged him. ‘You be careful,’ he whispered, then released him. He pulled the metal case out of the boot and gave it to him. ‘Okay, I’ve configured it for the nine-millimetre, like you asked. You’ve got rounds, right?’

‘I’m sorted,’ said Shepherd. ‘I had some over from an undercover operation I was on a year ago. Untraceable.’

The Major nodded. ‘Once you’ve used it, remove the bolt, the barrel and the magazine, wreck them and lose them. Make sure you screw up the inside of the barrel with a file, then cut it into pieces so it can’t be used again. If it can’t be test-fired it can never be identified.’ He pointed at the case. ‘In there is a replacement bolt, barrel and magazine for the .45 ACP. Reassemble the UMP in the .45 configuration and get it back to me. No one will ever know.’

Shepherd put it into the boot of his Audi.

‘You’re going to take that on the ferry to Belfast?’ asked the Major.

‘I’ll take it apart and hide it under the back seat,’ said Shepherd. ‘But they never check, anyway. And if they do, my SOCA credentials should get me through.’

‘You need anything, you call me,’ said the Major.

‘It’ll be fine,’ said Shepherd.

Shepherd climbed into his car, waved at the Major and drove off.

Gannon watched him go. ‘I wish I had your confidence, Spider,’ he murmured.

Shepherd arrived in Belfast at just after seven that evening. Customs had waved him through. He drove the Audi into the garage, switched on the light and pulled down the door.

He took the UMP from its hiding place under the back seat of the car, stripped and reassembled it, then checked the firing mechanism. He ejected the magazine and loaded it with the nine-millimetre rounds he’d taken from his house in Hereford. He unlocked the door that led from the garage to the kitchen, went upstairs and slid the weapon under his bed.

As he sat down in front of the television, the doorbell rang. Elaine, in camouflage cargo pants and a yellow T-shirt, was on the step, holding a bottle of white wine. ‘Drink?’ she said.

Shepherd got a corkscrew and two glasses from the kitchen, then poured the wine. ‘To neighbours,’ he said, as he sat beside her.

‘Neighbours,’ she said. ‘So, where have you been the last couple of days?’

‘Manchester,’ he said. ‘Couple of clients wanted meetings so I took the ferry over.’

‘See? You’re getting into the ferry thing, aren’t you?’

‘It’s easier to have the car with me,’ said Shepherd, ‘and it cuts out the hassle of security checks. The airports are such a pain. The last time I flew I had to take my shoes, belt and jacket off, and I still got patted down. Do I look dangerous to you?’

Elaine smiled suggestively. ‘Define dangerous.’ She put down her glass and kissed him. Shepherd kissed her back, then stood up and switched off the lights. He lit two candles in the fireplace, then switched off the power at the sockets for the television and DVD player. He didn’t want Singh or Button listening in.

‘You are a smoothie, aren’t you, Jamie?’

‘I look better in candlelight,’ said Shepherd.

‘Because of your scar?’

‘What scar?’

‘Jamie, I’ve seen you naked, remember? The scar on your shoulder. It looks like a gunshot wound.’

‘It was a long time ago.’

She kissed him on the lips, slipping her hand around his neck. When she released him she smiled at him with amused eyes. ‘Who would want to shoot a nice guy like you?’ she asked.

There had been no military service in the Jamie Pierce legend, but Elaine seeing him naked hadn’t been part of the plan. He had to think on his feet, which was always dangerous. ‘It was another life,’ he said. ‘I was in the army.’

‘No way.’

‘I’m afraid so,’ said Shepherd. ‘Infantry, but I was trained as an electrician. Thought I was learning a trade. Then Saddam Hussein invaded Kuwait and I was packed off with a gun and a prayer. I got hit by a sniper and that was the end of my soldiering.’

‘It looks bad.’

‘It wasn’t, but the doctors who treated me weren’t that hot.’

‘You never said you were in the army.’

‘I don’t talk about it much,’ said Shepherd.

Elaine stroked the back of his head. ‘What was it like, getting shot?’

‘I don’t remember much about it,’ he said. That was a lie. He still had nightmares about the dull thump of the bullet slamming into his shoulder, the crunch as he’d hit the ground, the wetness of the blood that seeped from the gaping wound into his shirt as he lay on the sand.

‘My hero,’ she said.

‘There’s nothing heroic about getting shot,’ he said. Instantly he regretted what he’d said. ‘Elaine, I’m sorry . . .’

‘It’s okay.’

‘What happened to me doesn’t compare with what happened to your husband.’

‘Jamie, it’s okay,’ she said, and kissed him again, harder this time.

Shepherd woke to find Elaine propped up on her pillow, looking down at him and smiling. ‘You snore,’ she said.

‘I’ve been told that before.’

She leant over to kiss him. ‘I have to go,’ she said. ‘I’ve got clients to see in Bangor.’

‘Dinner tonight? I’ll cook.’

‘I’ll be back late,’ she said. ‘Raincheck?’

‘I’ll hold you to that.’

She slid out of bed and pulled on her clothes. ‘I’m going to London the day after tomorrow for a financial-services exhibition. Earls Court.’

‘Driving?’

‘Of course. I’ll probably go down to Dublin and across to Holyhead.’

‘For long?’

‘A few days. Why? Will you miss me?’ She tickled him.

Shepherd pushed her away and grinned. ‘Of course I will.’

He waited until he heard her leave, then reached for his mobile and phoned Button. ‘We have a problem,’ he said. ‘Elaine’s heading for London the day after tomorrow. She says she’s got a conference or something at Earls Court. Financial services.’

‘Now, that is interesting,’ said Button. ‘It’s either a hell of a coincidence or she’s going after Kinsella. How would she know where he is, though?’

‘Maplethorpe told her the Kinsellas are in London. And she’s got a lot of friends in the Intelligence Branch. I don’t think she’d find it too difficult to get his location. Look, I had a thought. I should go with her.’

‘Sure – but what reason would you have for going to London at short notice?’

‘I’m sure we could think of something. What’s the story with Kinsella?’

‘Under wraps,’ said Button. ‘Hotel near Hyde Park.’

‘How do we play this?’

‘Let’s see what she does when she gets to London.’

‘You still think it’s her?’ asked Shepherd.

‘I’m keeping an open mind,’ said Button. ‘You?’

‘I really don’t think she’s a killer,’ said Shepherd.

‘You’re not too close, are you, Spider?’

Shepherd cut the connection.

Shepherd’s doorbell rang. He groaned and went to the bedroom window. He couldn’t see who it was and there was no car parked outside. He pulled on a towelling robe and went downstairs.

Elaine looked as if she’d just got out of bed. ‘My car’s been stolen,’ she said.

‘You’re kidding!’

She ran a hand through her unkempt hair. ‘Jamie, if I wanted to wake you with a joke, I’d have thought of something better than that. Did you hear anything last night?’

‘Nah, and I was up until one. Have you called the cops?’

‘They’ll send someone round, they said. But what can they do?’

‘Keep an eye out for it, I guess.’

‘If it’s joyriders they’ll have set fire to it by now, and if it was stolen for parts it’ll have been stripped. Either way I doubt I’ll get it back in one piece. Bastards.’

‘I’m sorry.’

Elaine smiled. ‘You’re always apologising for things that aren’t your fault.’

He held the door open for her. ‘Come on, I’ll make you a coffee.’

Elaine went through to the kitchen. ‘Can I have one of your cigarettes?’

‘Sure,’ said Shepherd, switching on the kettle.

Elaine sat down and lit a Marlboro. ‘I am so screwed,’ she said.

‘And not in a good way, I suppose,’ said Shepherd.

‘I’m supposed to be driving to London tomorrow. Now I’ll have to hire a car. If they’ll let me take it to the mainland.’

‘Why don’t I drive you?’ asked Shepherd.

She blew smoke up at the ceiling. ‘That doesn’t make sense, Jamie.’

‘It makes perfect sense. There’s a couple of guys I need to see in London. I was going to fly next week but I could bring the meetings forward. I’ll drive you tomorrow.’

‘Where would you stay?’

‘I’ll go to a hotel. You?’

‘My sister. Are you sure about this?’

Shepherd made coffee. ‘It’ll be fun, a road trip. You’ve already booked your ticket, right? Just change the car registration number on it and we’re sorted.’