Ken McClure - Lost causes

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‘Let me know if anything comes in. I’m going over to Belmarsh prison after the COBRA meeting. I need to speak to the Asian who claims he was set up.’

‘Aren’t you going to say good morning to Sir John?’

‘I’m sorry?’

Jean inclined her head towards John Macmillan’s office, a gesture that made Steven break into a disbelieving smile. He knocked on the door and waited for a response before entering. ‘Good to see you back. Does your wife know you’re here?’

‘She made a bit of a fuss, but frankly I think she’s glad to be rid of me.’

‘Well, I’m delighted to see you sitting there,’ said Steven. ‘Are you officially back at the helm?’

‘No. Call me an interested observer until the medics sign me off completely.’

‘I was just telling Jean I’m going over to Belmarsh to talk to Anwar Khan. If you were to attend the COBRA meeting instead of me, it would save some time.’

Macmillan smiled. ‘You never were much of a one for meetings, were you, Steven?’

Steven concurred. ‘There’s quite a lot to tell you about, but it’ll wait till later. Will you attend COBRA?’

Macmillan nodded. Steven set off for Greenwich and HMP Belmarsh, home to some of the most violent prisoners in the country. He paused at the door to check with Jean that full code-red status had gone through. This was important because, although Sci-Med agents always had the right to request assistance and co-operation from the police and many other authorities, having full code-red status entitled them to demand it with total Home Office authority should it not be forthcoming — not something to be used lightly, but a useful power when opposition was anticipated.

‘The Home Secretary signed it yesterday.’

‘Thanks.’

‘Don’t forget to remove your weapon before you try to enter the prison or we’ll be seeing you on the six o’clock news.’

Steven had a brief meeting with the two MI5 interrogators on duty before his interview with Anwar Khan. ‘None of them is saying anything,’ one told him. ‘They’re shit scared but they’re not talking.’

‘It’s not us they’re scared of,’ said the other. ‘It’s the Muslim mob in here. They’ve obviously been told they’re dead if they say anything. It was a mistake bringing them here.’

‘I agree,’ said Steven.

‘What’s Sci-Med’s interest?’

‘The cholera,’ Steven lied, knowing it would be a reasonable angle for Sci-Med to follow up on, and hoping it would defuse any animosity about his muscling in on security service territory. ‘We’d like to know if they have a lab in this country.’

‘So would we if you learn anything. Good luck.’

Steven remained seated when two prison officers brought in the nineteen-year-old Khan, his eyes betraying conflicting emotions. Steven guessed that fear was winning but currently defiance was emerging as a front-runner.

‘What are you looking at?’ the boy snarled.

‘A loser?’

Khan made to move forward across the table but stopped himself when Steven didn’t react at all. ‘We’ll see who the losers are,’ he said, sinking back down in his chair.

‘Indeed we will.’

‘Our war is a holy war.’

‘But what you don’t realise, Khan, is that you were never part of it. You were set up just like you said you were. Weren’t you? You were conned. They set you up, then blew the whistle.’

‘Shut the fuck up.’

‘Come on, son, you’re the one who worked it out. Who set you up? At least make sure the bastard gets what’s coming to him.’

‘Fuck you.’

‘Fair enough… but think about it. How many virgins do you get in Paradise when you’re a loser who was set up from the very start? You’re young, you made a mistake; someone used you and your friends. You’re not going to get off after killing all those people but if you help us to get the brains behind it… maybe, just maybe, your whole life won’t be wasted in a place like this…’

‘Fuck off.’

Steven returned to the Home Office.

‘How did you get on?’ asked Macmillan.

‘He wouldn’t say anything but I hope I planted a seed of doubt in his mind. I’m sure he knows he was set up, however much he might regret admitting it now.’

‘You said earlier you had some other news?’

Steven brought Macmillan up to date with what he’d learned about the disks and told him of his request that Lukas Neubauer subject the cholera bug to a full analysis. ‘I think that’s why they didn’t make it resistant to antibiotics, to stop us thinking it might have been altered at all.’

‘Why would they want to do that?’

‘I don’t know,’ said Steven, feeling his position weaken: he seemed to be saying that a lot.

‘Well, your instincts usually serve you well. Meanwhile, I haven’t been idle myself.’

‘Really?’ Steven immediately hoped he hadn’t sounded too surprised.

‘I’ve been checking through the things the computer’s been picking up on.’

The Sci-Med computer was programmed to highlight any article appearing in the UK press with a scientific or medical content that might conceivably concern Sci-Med.

‘An elderly woman living in Edinburgh, Mrs Gillian McKay, reported to the police that her next-door neighbour, a Mr Malik, had gone missing; she hadn’t seen him for some days. When police checked the premises they found nothing amiss — he’d apparently just gone away — but they volunteered to check with Malik’s relatives if Mrs McKay knew of any. She said Malik had told her all his relatives were back in Pakistan. Later, however, when a young reporter from the local paper came to see her, she remembered he had a nephew who worked for the water board… she’d seen the van at the house.’

‘Oh, you beauty,’ murmured Steven.

‘She’d spoken to Malik about it: he was going to ask his nephew to investigate her complaint that there was too much chlorine in the local water. She claimed it made her tea taste funny.’

‘Well, well,’ said Steven, ‘if you’ll pardon the pun. Do we know what day the van was there?’

‘We do,’ said Macmillan, breaking into a grin. ‘I checked the dates. The day of the attack on the Edinburgh flats. What’s more, with the story being taken from a local newspaper, a report about a missing person…’

‘The police didn’t pick up on the nephew?’

‘Apparently not.’

‘Maybe we could hand it over after I’ve spoken to Mrs McKay?’ suggested Steven. ‘Actually no,’ he said, having second thoughts. ‘I could pass the info on to John Ricksen at 5. One good turn deserves another and all that…’

‘Frightening,’ said Macmillan with a shake of the head belied by a look of admiration. ‘You put one over on MI5 and then get a round of applause from them. I suggest you get started.’

Steven decided to go up to Edinburgh that evening on the British Airways shuttle out of Heathrow. He wouldn’t try to see Mrs McKay until the following morning, but he thought he might like to have a wander round the streets of Edinburgh. Although he’d never lived there, he knew it well enough. He and Lisa had set up home in Glasgow after their marriage and had often gone through to Edinburgh to see shows or just spend time there.

He’d also had occasion to visit the city several times in the course of his work with Sci-Med, so his memories were not all rosy and, in truth, he’d had some experiences there that he would rather forget. He’d found himself at cross purposes with Lothian and Borders Police on more than one occasion too, so rather than check into a hotel in the city he would keep a low profile and stay at a B amp;B recommended to him by Jean Roberts — Fraoch House in Pilrig Street, on the north side of the New Town. As one of the cities affected by the cholera attack, he wanted to get a feel for how Edinburgh was dealing with it.

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