Andy McNab - Dark winter

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I spotted the Starbucks sign further up Cowcross on the left. The source was due to approach from the direction of the station and on the same side of the street. He would cross at the junction with Turnmill Street, about fifteen metres further uphill. There was a pub on the opposite corner called the Castle, which looked as if it had been there since Jack the Ripper was doing his thing, and would be still when all the chrome-and-smoked-glass pleasure palaces had fallen down. Our coffee shop was thirty metres beyond it.

Suzy put her arm through mine. 'Do you see it?'

I nodded. There didn't seem to be much up Turnmill Street apart from a long, high wall that followed the railway line.

We crossed. The pub was packed with briefcases, raincoats and laughing people. If we needed them, there were seats all the way along the window, with good exposure to the road.

The Starbucks looked brand new, and pretty much the same as the one in Georgetown, with its mix of leather and hardwood seats, sofas and low tables. It was about a quarter full. A set of stairs led down to what I assumed would be more seating and the toilets. Beyond the glass doors at the far end were a few sets of shiny alloy chairs and tables in what appeared to be a courtyard. More than one entrance and exit. Perfect. Either this was one of the Firm's regular venues or the source knew his stuff.

We headed down an alleyway beyond it that opened into a large, recobbled square. There were a couple of balls-achingly trendy bars, with lots of stainless-steel shit outside, and to our left the Starbucks seating area.

Suzy looked up like she'd decided what she wanted for dinner and I was on the menu. 'If this turns into a bad thing before you get here, I'll be coming out this way. After that, who knows?'

I put my arms round her. 'We'd better make sure the doors are open, then, hadn't we?'

As we stood there, two couples came out almost immediately. Suzy was happy. 'That's it, then. Once I'm out of the area, I'll call.'

21

We wandered back down to Farringdon station and got ourselves a brew from a soup and sandwich bar. As we leant against the wall outside and took the odd sip we did a casual scan of the general area. Suzy bit gently into the rim of the polystyrene cup, her teeth leaving a pattern much like the scar an Alsatian had once left on my arm. She kept her eyes on the road while turning the cup a little for a fresh site to chew. 'Can't see a thing to worry us. You? Seen anyone standing about with peepholes in their Evening Standard?'

She was right: no one was concentrating too hard on looking normal. Most people had their heads down, thinking of getting home.

'Nope, but I hate source meets all the same. In fact, I hate sources, period. No matter what side you're on, they're betraying someone, and that gives me a prickly feeling between my shoulder-blades.'

She took another sip, her eyes never straying from the street. 'We can't do without them, though, can we? And it's not as if we have to invite them back for dinner, is it?' She glanced at her watch, and I checked mine. 'Twenty to go. You'd better make a move, otherwise you're not going to get that drink, are you?'

She turned and smiled at me while she put in her hands-free earpiece. I hit the moan-phone's speed dial, pressed the hash key twice and put it to my ear. She answered before the end of the first ring. 'We have comms.'

I listened and heard the reassuring bleeping in the background. 'See you later, then. And don't go making any improper suggestions to strange men.' I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and walked away.

I threw the rest of my coffee into a bin, crossed the road and ambled towards the Castle, inserting my earpiece when I got to the door. Suzy overtook me on the opposite pavement, on her way to Starbucks.

Cigarette smoke curled towards the ceiling inside the pub, which was full of happy, raucous people unwinding after a week's work. The men's ties were undone and the women's lipstick mostly on their glasses. I queued at the bar to order my Coke, then wormed my way through the crowd towards the windows overlooking the Turnmill junction. The music was loud, and the sounds of laughter and chat drowned the background noise in my earpiece, but I had a fantastic view down the road to the station, then all the way to Farringdon Road.

I heard the screech and squelch of espresso machines. 'Hello, have you got me?' I pressed my earpiece in deeper. 'Can you hear me?'

'Oh, hi, yes, I'm in Starbucks.' She spoke gently, as if talking to her boyfriend. 'I'll wait here for you if you want.'

'Yeah, I have the trigger.'

I sipped my Coke and watched the world go by, eyes peeled for a man in a blue suit and white shirt, with a black raincoat over his left arm. A guy came down from the direction of Starbucks, on the opposite side of the road. He was early thirties, skin very dark brown, Indian, maybe Sri Lankan. His side-parted short-back-and-sides had a thick streak of grey at the temple. He was wearing a brown suede bomber jacket over a black pullover and jeans – not the kit I was looking for but he attracted my attention all the same. He was checking out the street, turning to look back the way he'd come before crossing as he checked down Turnmill. Once over the road he headed towards the station, and disappeared inside.

It wasn't long before I got a possible coming out. He looked to be South East Asian, and had a blue suit and a black raincoat, but he was wearing it. He stepped over to the stand and bought himself a paper.

I lifted the mike on the hands-free to my mouth. 'Hey, guess what – I have a possible, and he may have brought a mate.'

I watched as he turned back into the station entrance. 'He's disappeared.'

'OK, fine.' I pictured Suzy sitting in Starbucks with a nice big frothy cappuccino, holding up her own mike and smiling away like an idiot as we exchanged sweet-nothings. She left a few seconds' pause. 'Yes, I understand that. That's good. I'll talk to you soon, then.'

He reappeared. 'Here we go, he's got his coat over his left arm, and the paper folded in his right. Might just be three of us for coffee. No sign of his friend.'

He looked familiar. I let him pass the pub window. 'It's the Standard.' I looked at his face and felt my pulse start to race. 'It's the fucking taxi driver from our holiday.' I tried to keep sounding casual. 'He's on his way… he's past me… towards you now. The taxi driver…'

'Oh, lovely. It'll be just like old times.'

I eyeballed the street, looking at everyone and everything who might be following our guy, and sure enough Grey Streak reappeared at the station entrance, and he wasn't alone. 'I reckon there are two others with him. Brown suede on blue, and navy on blue. Both Indian. Be careful.'

'He's here now. See you in a minute. 'Bye.'

They crossed Turnmill and passed my window, eyes peeled, concentrating too hard to talk. They both had very dark, smooth skin, and looked as though they shared a barber: their hair was cut square, and their neck shaves hadn't grown back yet. I waited a bit longer, then left the pub and crossed the road to get a better view of the coffee shop.

I couldn't see them, but heard an educated South East Asian voice in my earpiece. 'Excuse me, do you know the way to the Golden Lane estate?'

Suzy came over loud and clear. 'No, sorry, but I've got an A-Z if you want to have a look.'

I cut in. 'You OK? Can't see the other two.'

'Yep.'

'OK, that's me now moving in.'

I walked up the road, listening to her establish his cover. My heart was pounding, but she sounded cool as a cucumber. 'The reason you're here is that you've just asked me the way to Golden Lane estate. I'm now going to get the A-Z out of my bag and put it on the table, and we've got talking because my boyfriend and I went on holiday to Malaysia over Easter. Do you understand?'

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