Was it just another surveillance job - Episode 48
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
Dobbin is looking for O'Connell
haven’t been truthful with me, have you?”
was Dobbin’s opening shot once we were in the car and out in traffic. It was as if he was worried someone would be
listening in on our conversation.
the spider to the fly. Isn’t it the
nature of this business not to play all your cards at once?”
been in this business all of five minutes.
You don’t get the right to play cards.”
still alive, no thanks to anyone but my own skill.”
could see the disdain in his expression, and the annoyance in his eyes. Perhaps he was a man used to getting is own
way. I was expecting a retort, but he
many different organisations do you work for, or is it none, and you just have
fake IDs to get you in the door?”
to know. Have you found O’Connell yet?”
dead. I saw him killed in an alley. I’m sure Maury and Severin had him shot, no
coincidence they turned up just after he hit the ground. I searched the body, there was nothing on
it. Before he was shot, he told me to
speak to you. I did. Anything else I’m doing is for my own
protection. Assigning Jan to befriend
me, then play me would have been a good plan if I hadn’t found out. I know she found O’Connell’s other residence,
but I’m willing to bet she found as much as I did, nothing. Your people do that to Maury?”
a manner of speaking. He wasn’t going to
talk, and we couldn’t let him back on the street.”
knowing that I would go back to the hotel, what were you hoping for, that I
would get arrested for his murder?”
were hoping you would glean information from her handler, or the police. Seems both are either tight lipped, or they
know nothing. Her handler is an
for you at her apartment. I want the
pair of you to find O’Connell. Hs either
has the information, or he knows where it is.
They found the charred remains of a body in the cafe where the explosion
was, a freelance reporter, who, according to his editor, had the story of the
century. No other details, though.”
either means military or industrial secrets.
Why would the reporter want to meet with O’Connell?”
not your concern.”
you’re wring if you think O’Connell had the USB. He didn;t get inside the cafe before it blew
up, I know, I was there, and witness the whole event. You know the drill, he goes past, checking to
see if the target is in place, then makes sure the location is clear, then goes
back and facilitates the handover. He
only just got past the front when the bomb went off. I’m sure you’ve seen the CCTV footage.”
his expression told me he had.
how do you come to the conclusion he still has it?”
cite logical arguments to a man who lives in a fantasy world.
of averages tells me there is a copy, and O’Connell would have made sure there
was a backup plan, and location.”
then struck me, after having talked to O’Connell, and knowing Dobbin knew
O’Connell was still alive because he had rescued him from the alley and
Severin’s cleaners. It was not just a
matter of getting him to admit it, and the fact O’Connell had done a runner on
seem convinced O’Connell is still alive.”
glared at me. Truth or dare?
he is. The trouble is, he’s gone to
ground and I can’t raise him. He was
supposed to wait a few days in a safe place while we hunted down Severin and
Maury. We had one, but not the
other. I doubt he’ll surface before he
gets word that Severin has been neutralised.
Every hour that information is still out there, is the chance it will
fall into the wrong hands, so we need him and the information found.”
think he’s gone rogue.”
don’t think anything.
car stopped outside O’Connell’s apartment block.
nice with Jan, and find him and the information.
got out of the car and watched it rejoin the traffic.
heading to the front entrance, my phone rang.
Odd, because only two people knew my number, and it was neither of those
overcame reluctance to answer. “Yes.”
texting a meeting point. Be there at six.” The line went dead before I could say
anything. Four hours.
doubting the voice. Severin. And he sounded scared.
wondered if he knew what had happened to his partner in crime.
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