Was it just another surveillance job - Episode 46
I'm back home and this story has been sitting on the back burner for a few months, waiting for some more to be written.
The trouble is, there are also other stories to write, and I'm not very good at prioritizing.
But, here we are, a few minutes opened up and it didn't take long to get back into the groove.
Chasing leads, maybe
was all over in the blink of an eye. The
swat team had secured the scene, zip ties, and shoved me into a corner with two
burly men standing over me, guns ready in case I tried to escape.
the next wave, I had time to consider what just happened. Obviously, Dobbin or Jan had set the
scene. She lied about being able to
track Maury, they found him, brought him back to the room, tortured him, and
then killed him. The few seconds I had
to look at the body showed signs of intense interrogation.
side benefit was to stitch me up for the crime.
The fact the police were at the door a minute after I’d arrived meant
they had been waiting for me to come back.
That pointed to Jan as the informant.
to what end. If they considered I was
the only one who could find the USB, why let me get caught by the police.
would be safe. She had been in the foyer
a full ten minutes before I arrived, and was sitting in a corner when I passed
her. If they knew she was involved, she
would have been missing. Hopefully, she
would have seen the swat team arrive, and leave.
few minutes after the swat leader spoke into his two-way radio, a middle-aged
woman and a young man in his late 20’s arrived, the woman first, the young man
behind her. A Detective Chief Inspect,
or Superintendent, and Detect Sergeant.
He was too well dressed to be a constable,. One old, one new.
young man spoke to the swat leader, the woman surveyed the scene, looked at the
body, then at me, shaking her head slightly.
tried to look anonymous if not invisible.
The fact they had found no ID on me would not count well for my
situation, or so I had been told. Nor
was the fact I preferred not to speak.
nod from her and the two swat guards took several steps back. She pulled a chair over from the side of the
bed, and once three feet away, sat down.
told you are refusing to answer any questions.”
to answer and simply not talking is not the same thing.”
are you doing here?”
is my room, along with a young lady, who as you can see, is not here. That much you should have gleaned from the
pulled a card out of her pocket. “Jane,
and Jack Wiggins. Not your real names I
suspect. Do you know who the man on the
told me his name is Maury, not sure of his first name, but that wasn’t his real
name. His other name was Bernie Salvin, but
that might also be a fake. He was one of
two men who were in charge on my training.”
suspect it might be above your pay grade.”
she was shocked at that statement she didn’t show it. In fact, I would not be surprised if she had
suspected it was likely it had to do with the clandestine security
services. Torture victims were not an
everyday occurrence, or at least I hoped for her sake they weren’t.
gave a slight sigh. “And who do you work
the rub. I have no idea. I’ve just been caught in the middle of a
bloody awful mess.”
The second rule, always tell the truth, or as close to it as possible so you don’t have to
try and remember a web of lies, and trip yourself up at later interviews. And keep it simple.
no one I should be calling to verify who you are?”
“No. Not unless you can revive the man on the
bed. I’m only new, been on the job after
training for about a week. I was part of
a team running a surveillance exercise when a cafe exploded, and the target
disappeared. I’ve been trying to find
out what happened.”
expression whanged, telling me she was familiar with the event.
you find out anything?”
that there would be a body in the cafe, a journalist, that was trying to hand
over some sensitive information. I have
no idea what it was, or who he was. The
target, whom I suspected was there for the handover, is now also dead. So,
quite literally, two dead ends. Do I
look like someone who could do that to a man?”
I nodded in the direction of the body.
be surprised who was capable of what. Do
you have a real name?”
do, but I won’t be telling you. You have
my work name, that’s as much as I can volunteer.”
few days in a dank hole might change that.”
few days in a dank hole would be like a holiday compared to the week I’m currently
smiled, or I thought it was a smile. “I
daresay you might.”
was a loud noise and some yelling coming from outside the door. A man burst into the room, two constables in
man I didn’t recognize.
stood. “Who are you?”
MI5.” He showed her a card, which she
glanced at. She’d no doubt seen them
be taking over from here.”
person?” She nodded her head in my
him. We’ll take care of him.”
Jacobs, let’s leave the room to them.
We’re done here. Places to be,
gentlemen.” She nodded in my
direction. “Good luck, you’re going to
Ⓒ Charles Heath 2022