Adrian Magson - Retribution

‘Huh?’

‘He’s leaving the country for good.’

‘But what about Pendry and Bikovsky? I thought he was after them, too.’

‘He was — at first. As far as he knew — as far as we all knew — that piece of cloth came from a UN beret used by one of several men. He’s been working on the basis all along of one down, all down, just to be sure.’

‘And now?’

‘I think he’s given up on that. Pendry and Koslov are obvious outsiders.’ He explained about the variance in size and colour which were the only things that set them apart from the others as the possible murderer of the girl, and how he suspected Kassim had seen him, albeit not clearly.

‘So where does he go now?’ Dosario asked. Harry noted that he had made no reference to the fact that Harry was one of the targets, too.

‘He’s adapting and going after bigger game. I think you should check all international flights going to Europe.’

‘Why?’

‘Our focus in this has been on the CP team members — me included. But we were missing someone obvious. Someone we probably didn’t want to consider. That person’s now on his way to Kosovo. I think that’s where Kassim’s going.’

‘Jesus,’ Dosario’s voice was flat. ‘You mean. .?’

‘Kleeman.’

Harry put the phone down and walked along to Rik’s room. He got him to do a search into Kleeman’s background. He was remembering what Dosario had said about Kleeman being an all-state college sports champ. But a champ at what? He’d forgotten.

He soon had his answer.

‘Interesting.’ Rik found a page from a resume about the Special Envoy. Anton Kleeman had shown a particular talent for contact sports, rising swiftly through the ranks in judo and collegiate wrestling, then switching to Greco-Roman style. One photo showed him hoisting an opponent off the floor, and in another he was slamming a fighter down on to his back. In both pictures he was grinning triumphantly, showing little apparent effort. Harry read further and saw that following a leg injury, Kleeman had switched to rowing, where he had quickly won a place in the college first team, helping them to two successive state championships.

‘Strong,’ Rik commented. He knew what Harry was thinking and added, ‘Stronger than he looks.’

Harry nodded. ‘It’s him.’

Two hours later, as he was studying the photo of the man at the ATM machine near Carvalho’s place, Dosario called again.

‘Bingo.’ The FBI man sounded purposeful. ‘It looks like Kassim took a direct shuttle to Chicago. One of the airport security officers spotted his face on a tape, filmed on the boarding ramp. A bit grainy, but it matches the photo found in the trash can. I’ve alerted Chicago to check the security footage for everyone coming off that shuttle.’

Harry glanced at his watch. By then it would be too late. He’d searched security tapes himself and knew how long it took. Kassim was still ahead of them. ‘He’ll be long gone by now.’

‘True. But we can still check the cameras. If he’s heading outside the US, he has to present his passport. If any names match up on two flights, we’re a step closer. We’ll follow this guy all the way across the world if we have to.’

‘I believe you.’ Harry heard the frustration in his own voice. They were all playing catch-up. ‘How about lab analysis of the beret fragment?’

‘Blood and saliva. . some grease, too. . probably sweat and hair gel. If we get matching substances, we can nail down the provenance. If we can get to the girl’s remains we might be able to run a DNA test and compare them. Same with Bikovsky. If either of them came near that piece of cloth, we’ll prove it. But it’ll take time.’

‘Good luck with that,’ Harry said drily. ‘Find Bikovsky before Eddie Cruz’s friends do, or you’ll be testing body parts.’

‘What about Kleeman? This could be FBI jurisdiction, you realize?’

‘I know. But I’d rather we argued over that later. Right now it’s a UN matter, especially as he’s in Europe. I’ve got to make sure Kassim doesn’t get near him.’

He called Deane, filling him in on Bikovsky’s statement and the news of Kassim’s latest movements. As they were speaking on an open line, he avoided using Kleeman’s name directly.

Deane’s voice came back dull with shock. ‘You think Bikovsky was telling the truth?’

‘I do, yes. But there’s no way of knowing until we have the DNA tests.’

The line ticked as Deane digested the information, and Harry guessed he was picturing the compound, swept by wind and rain and threatened by the possibility of gunfire from the surrounding hills; of a young girl hiding inside the cabins. On one hand she’d have been terrified of discovery, on the other she would have surely felt she was safe among the friendly faces and uniforms of the peacekeepers. . but finding that her situation was nothing of the sort. He was also likely to be picturing the girl in some dark and dirty corner of the Portakabins, a hand clamped over her mouth to prevent her calling out.

‘How was it possible ?’ Deane asked finally. ‘I mean, you know the layout of the buildings there. Could he — anyone — have actually done this thing with all those people around?’

‘Apart from the guard detail,’ Harry replied calmly, ‘everyone was asleep. It had been a tough couple of days; nobody was volunteering to stay awake when they could get some shut-eye. There were a couple of rooms which weren’t used, so it’s possible the girl was hiding in one of them. But the rain was hard and making a lot of noise. Whoever did it would have been aware of the guard patrol and could have slipped out the back door without being seen.’

‘Lubeszki confirmed your thoughts: that she was probably thrown over the fence from the inside. That would have taken some strength.’

‘She weighed next to nothing,’ Harry replied. The thought made him feel sad, picturing the lifeless body being punted into the air like a sack of potatoes, to land with a sickening thud on the far side of the wire. He took a deep breath. This was where things could get difficult, but he had to say it. ‘But for a collegiate and Greco-Roman state wrestling champion, used to throwing men his own size around, how hard would an undernourished child have been?’

‘ What? ’ Deane sounded strangled. ‘ Kleeman? ’

‘Look at his background,’ said Harry, and cut the connection. It was brutal but he knew Deane would have no option but to run a check.

He sat and waited.

‘You were right.’ The wait had been less than twenty minutes. ‘I should have noticed. I’ve seen Kleeman in the gym; he’s not big, but he’s strong. I hear he joined the in-house judo club until he found there was no one could match him on the mat. He was into wrestling and rowing in a big way at college, so, yeah. . I guess.’

Harry didn’t say anything. It must have been a shock for Deane to find out that Kleeman, a rising star of the UN, had feet of clay. But it had been necessary for him to discover it himself. Anything less would have been dismissed as speculation. Even so, he was surprised that he hadn’t had a fight on his hands.

‘Jesus, Harry, are we both saying we believe this? Have I got to ask a UN Special Envoy for a blood test?’ He sounded appalled at the notion, using Kleeman’s name and title openly now. ‘Have you any idea what that would do to us if it got out? That’s even assuming I’d be allowed to ask him.’

Harry wondered if Deane was after some kind of approval to look the other way and pretend it was all beyond the realms of reason. Keep the name of the UN spotlessly clean no matter what. Then he realized he was being unfair; Ken Deane would no more sanction that than fly to the moon.