Watching the Watchmen – Part 2
7.30 am
The Astoria-Waldorf
“If I want to
ask Heather for an especial favor Carlotta darling,”
Francesca said as they sat at the table, “what is my best approach?”
“Choose the
best restaurant that you can think of Mama, with the most innovative chef, and
invite her to lunch.”
“And why would
that work?” Francesca said as she put down her menu.
“Heather’s one
great secret weakness is that she’s a closet foodie,”
“Ah now I get
you,” the Marchesa laughed, “the route to that
incredible brain of hers runs through her stomach.”
“You might say
so,” Charlotte’s eyes twinkled as she signalled to the server that they were
ready to order breakfast.
“So what do you
have on your plate for this morning?”
“Don’t ask,”
the redhead rolled her eyes, “not only doing bits for you, but Susan wants me
to drop by Xavier’s to both assess whether we need further upgrade our systems
to accommodate an increased volume of work, but also to talk about a possible
political affairs expert who she thinks might help us out. And of course on top
of that I have my own business affairs to supervise.”
“You will be
busy darling,” Francesca waited while her daughter ordered her food.
“You’re telling
me,” Charlotte said. “I’ll take the
scrambled eggs and bacon, let the chef know I’m pregnant.”
“And I’ll have
the same please,” Francesca smiled at the waiter.
“Of course Marchesa,” he said as he took their menus.
“Anyway Mama
you’ll be just as busy.”
“Indeed – did I
see Shirley has flown at short notice to London?”
“She has – to
look into something there…”
1 pm BST
Xavier International
“Come,” Shirley
called out as Penny came in, while she put the telephone down. “My apologies – a call from the training
camp.”
“So what news
on Maisha Madame?”
“I spoke to
Teacher and she made it sound that Maisha is exceeding both her own, and their, expectations.”
“That does
sound encouraging,” Penny said as she took a seat.
“Yes it does.
Helga says that they’ve been a little over harsh on her so that they aren’t seen
showing favouritism, but that she’s taken it all in her stride, is showing both
resilience, and leadership.”
“Knowing Maisha
I don’t think I expected anything less.”
“Anyway,” Shirley
said as she leaned forward, “have you made any progress since this morning?”
“Some,” Penny
brought out her notepad. “The Italians still don’t like the Russians any more
than they ever did and will share information on money laundering.”
“Excellent.”
“There was one
thing that Don Martello’s people said that I’m not sure if anyone has
investigated yet.”
“And that was?”
“It was rather
cryptic, but they more than intimated that we should take a close look at the
taxi cab business in cities like New York and Chicago.”
“Alright
Penelope, pass that information to Susan in New York and have our people do a
workup that can be sent to Veronica.”
“Will do. Now the Germans…”
As she
listened, Shirley started to hear a classic Broadway tune in her mind…
Money...Money
Money makes the world go around
...the world go around
...the world go around
Money makes the world go around
It makes the world go 'round
A mark, a yen, a buck or a pound
...a buck or a pound
...a buck or a pound
Is all that makes the world go around
That clinking, clanking sound...
Can make the world go 'round
Money money money money
Money money money money
Money money money...
Shirley pictured
Liza Minelli and Joel Grey in her head as she listened to some of the
preliminary research. Most of it was hardly news; after all she’d been
laundering money on her own behalf, and for other people, for years. What was
surprising was the size of the amounts, and the sheer number of seemingly
upright people, and institutions, prepared to turn a blind eye in return for a
cut.
The Russians
might have lost the Cold War, but they were getting their way nowadays oh so
obviously. The old communists had realized that all those years of trying to
convert people by ideology had been stupid. Why convert them when you could use
greed to corrupt them?
9 am
Jameson Security
“So any
developments with tracing cash flows Eleanor,” Francesca asked as she leaned
back in her chair slightly.
“I’m starting
to get up to speed on how the hell the oligarchs, the politically connected
types, and of course the out and out gangsters clean and launder their
ill-gotten.”
“Would it
surprise me?”
“Probably not
Admiral,” Eleanor looked closely at her old friend. “They use banks that they
and their friends control…”
“In places like
Cyprus?”
“Exactly, and a
few others, it’s then used to buy property and businesses in the West, and from
there it can be used as a source of largely clean revenue.”
“Are they all
doing it Captain?” Caroline asked.
“Let me put it
this way, if you could wouldn’t you?”
“I guess so,”
the Englishwoman said as she shook her head.
“Anyway I’ve
asked Shirley to at long last send us Natalya, given that her father was knee
deep in all this type of thing, just hopefully she can confirm a lot of this
for me, and suggest other places I need be looking.”
“Alright that
sounds like you are well on top of that Captain,” Francesca nodded. “What news
do you have for us Commander?”
“We’re looking
into known links in the area, but so far nothing new. I’ll give an update later today – but they
are, typically, keeping this close to their chest.”
“You know how
much I’d give to have a direct source with access to both the Russians
planning, and their operational thinking?”
“I think we all
would Admiral,” Eleanor smiled, “but cultivating such people, and putting them
in place takes years of planning and work, it’s not something a group put
together on the fly like ours has the capacity to do.”
“What are you
talking about?’ for a second Caroline looked confused.
“The whole
murky world of sleepers and double agents,” Francesca spoke softly.
“That’s what I
thought you were getting at,” the tall blonde smiled broadly, “who says we
don’t have access to such people?”
“Well I do for
one,” Veronica shuffled her papers.
“That’s because
you aren’t fully aware of all the activities of some of our ‘friends’
Commander.”
“Are you saying
that they ‘control’ people who might be of use to us Caroline?” Francesca
raised an eyebrow.
“I’m saying
precisely that Admiral.”
“That changes a
lot of my thinking,” Francesca sipped her coffee as a way of covering the pause
while she thought.
“It’s not
something that can we can widely publicise, but I’m sure that the concerned
parties will not raise concerns about giving you a private, confidential,
briefing Admiral.”
“That would
certainly be of use.”
“I will contact
Shirley later and start the ball rolling…
Are we starting to get a picture as to the kind of Psyops they are
practicing Commander?”
“The girls are
beginning to see patterns Admiral, but I think we really do need an out and out
specialist to come in and interpret precisely.”
“I agree,”
Eleanor nodded, “I remember enough of my training and some bits I later learned
to understand that they are using just the tactics we used to sow doubt and
discontent in the Soviet Union, but made far, far, more sophisticated, and
using micro messaging to make sure they hit as many targets as possible.”
“Who says you can’t
teach an old dog new tricks,” Francesca whispered to herself.
“They are taking
the existing discontent, and the divisions in American society, and subtly…”
“Not a skill
they were renowned for in the old days,” Francesca laughed.
“No,” Eleanor
smiled, “anyway in thousands of subtle ways they are exploiting and encouraging
peoples unhappiness, fears, and hatreds, to encourage them to support the side
that they think can get all those sanctions lifted that they so detest.”
“So this for
the Russian’s isn’t ideological?”
“Not in my
opinion, it’s purely and simply about money and self-interest. If they thought
that the other side was going to help them more I’m pretty sure they’d switch
just like that.”
“Well then we
can at least safely define part of our mission as being documenting just how
this is being done, and by whom on the Russian side.”
“That sounds
about right to me Admiral,” Caroline nodded.
“Our proof
needs to be incontrovertible,” Veronica said slowly, “otherwise this will all be
written off as standard political warfare and shenanigans, and many, many
ordinary people will never believe it.”
“Then ladies,
let’s get the proof that we at least can gather. It may be the only thing we
do, but at least it’s something. Thank
you ladies.”
“Admiral,” the
other women said as they left the meeting room, peeling off to their various
offices, Veronica heading to the lift and to the basement of the building.
In even just a
couple of days Veronica had started to transform the basement into something
like her own private kingdom. True the entrance was protected by Caroline’s operations
people who regulated and logged all comings and goings into the securest area,
and each of whom it might be noted had some sort of bulge under her armpit just
where a suspicious mind might think that she was wearing a shoulder holster.
Inside though
it was a world of small cubicles for Veronica’s people to work at, and that
huge vault, also with an armed guard at the entrance in which all the files
were being kept, and indeed being rapidly expanded as the analysts put down on
paper what they were learning.
It was a scene
that resembled a throwback to an earlier age, but with Francesca’s ban on the
use of computers then it was a return to the age of everything being put on
paper.
“Veronica?”
“Yes Casey,”
the Commander asked as one of her team came over.
“We have a
message from London – a hint to look into the local cab companies?”
Nodding,
Veronica said “okay – talk to our contacts in the cabs, see if we can find
anything out…”
3 pm
Jameson Security
“Okay what am I
looking at darling? Most of this looks like rubbish to my eyes,” Francesca said
quietly as she tried to take in what was on the several pages of printed paper.
“Nothing that
in itself is earth shattering Mama, it’s merely a section more or less taken at
random from the comments section on an article about Hilary Clinton in the
Washington Post,” Charlotte said as she sat on the edge of her mother’s desk.
“Alright I get
that, but why was it important to you that I saw this?”
“Look at how
biting and pointed some of the anti-Clinton comments are.”
“They do seem
to reflect very strong opinions…”
“And to rely on
assuming that rumours and innuendo about the Clinton’s are true.”
“Passions are
running high darling.”
“I know Mama,”
Charlotte smiled, “and a lot of this reflects angry ordinary Americans venting
their spleen. However Heather says a lot of it is coming out of what she calls
‘troll farms’ in Russia.”
“So some of
these writers are Russians pretending to be Americans?”
“Yes, and it’s
on social media, and discussion and news sites everywhere.”
“I bastardi astute,” Francesca whispered to herself.
“Sì, sembrano aver dominato il gioco”
“Your Italian
is improving Carlotta my darling,” Francesca grinned.
“Thank
you…anyway I thought just seeing this tiny bit might give you a real time image
on what our adversaries are up to it seems.”
“Very true –
Caroline, can I help you?”
“We have
visitors,” Caroline said as Francesca looked at the two tall women with
her. “Natalya, Selena, you remember the Marchesa di Cambrello of course?”
“Indeed – an
honour to see you again,” Natalya Kosolov said as she
looked round. “Very stylish Caroline –
so, how can we be of service?”
“In many ways,”
Francesca said, “we have rooms reserved at the Astoria-Waldorf for you. Go and rest, and I will talk to you later.”
“I’ll have
someone run you there,” Caroline said as Hannah appeared. “The others are waiting for you as requested
Caroline.”
“Good –
Francesca, Charlotte, senior team briefing.
Susan asked one of my colleagues to come and talk to us. Natalya, Selena, I’ll meet you later for
dinner.”
“Of course,”
the dark haired Russian said as Caroline, Francesca and Charlotte went to the
board room, where the others were gathered – and one over.
“Shelby, thanks
for coming over – I think you have been briefed on the Senior team here.”
“Indeed,”
Shelby said in her cultured voice as they sat down. “I did an evaluation for Jameson Security
today – you need to hear what happened.”
Shelby
McCandless was not exactly typical of the women who had ended up working for
Dominique. From one of New England’s more famous family of public servants,
she’d been educated at St Mark’s, the prestigious boarding school just outside
Boston, had gone to college at Smith, and had done a post-graduate degree at
Cambridge in England. She was not exactly the type of person that the FBI had
profiled, and listed as an armed robber, but that’s what she’d been since the
age of 16 when she first stuck up a gas station in one of the small outer
suburban towns that ringed New York.
She understood
antiques, and she understood crime, so somehow it seemed inevitable that she’d
found her way eventually into employment first with Xavier’s, then with
Caroline. Caroline valued her as someone
who could both value quickly the contents of somewhere that a client wanted to
be insured, and had almost an instinct for picking out weaknesses in security.
“Proceed,” she
said as Shelby started to talk…
“How the hell
could they let you even glimpse something like that Shelby?” Caroline shook her
head when she had finished, “no one’s security is that lax that they leave
documents like that just lying on the side.”
“It has to have
been a plant,” Eleanor looked thoughtful, “they must somehow know that
Jameson’s is ‘connected’.”
“I tend to
agree Captain,” Francesca leaned forward, “but can we take the chance that this
isn’t genuine?”
“Describe again
why you were there Shelby?” Hannah asked.
“It was a
purely routine referral from Xavier’s, these people are shopping for fresh
insurance and we were asked to look at security.”
“So nothing
unusual?”
“No Admiral.”
“Did you know
that this man has close links to the Russian mob?” Veronica asked.
“No, it’s not
the sort of detail they give us, we get a name, an address, and a summary of
the kind of valuables that the people are having insured…that’s all.”
“And the prize
is a collection of early Russian books and manuscripts?” Hannah asked another
question.
“Yes, he was
showing me his library when his wife came and told him that he had a phone
call. He told me to keep looking round if I wished, and it was while I was just
casually browsing that I spotted the documents on his desk.”
“And what did
you see?”
“Names,
addresses, amounts – when he came in, he ignored it, and we continued the
assessment…”
“Oh it has to
have been a set-up,” Eleanor shook her head, “nothing in this business comes
this easy.”
“I know,” Francesca
sat bolt upright, “but we have to do something just to check even.”
“You want us to
put him under a microscope Admiral?”
“Yes Veronica…Caroline
I want one of your teams watching him 24/7.”
“Understood.”
“What about
surveillance inside the house?” Charlotte spoke at last.
“That’s what
worries me,” Francesca took her glasses off, “if this is a sting then they’ll
be expecting us to break in, etc.”
“So that is out
of the question,” Caroline pursed her lips.
“May I speak?”
“Of course
Shelby,” Francesca smiled.
“If they are
anticipating a burglary, why not send in the heavies and disguise our
intelligence gathering behind a home invasion?’
“You know that
is an idea,” Hannah said quietly.
“It is,”
Caroline said quietly, “but it would be even better if it wasn’t any of
us. Ladies, I think this may be worth
calling in the true heavy hitters for.”
“You mean…”
Caroline looked
at Eleanor and nodded. “Shelby, I want
the file on Sergei and Anastasia Barkov on my desk in the next hour. I need to make a call…”
6 pm
The Village
Juliette sighed
as she sat at the breakfast bar, looking at Caroline as she made the coffee.
“Caroline,” she
said as she took the mug, “I’ve had a very long day at the office, I was rather
looking forward to getting home, ordering in takeaway, and curling up beside my
husband to relax and unwind.”
“I’m sorry Ju,”
Caroline said as she sat as well, “and I apologize that I’m keeping you from
all that, but I need a favour from you.”
“Face you
hardly need me writing something nice about you in CS to boost your career
darling…”
“It’s not that
kind of help Ju. It’s more that kind that a certain feline part of your personality
can help with.”
“Oh?” Juliette
raised an eyebrow. “Tell me how?”
Taking a sip
from her mug, Caroline smiled. “You had
Sergei Barkov on your little list didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Juliette
said as she put her mug down, “he has some amazing things in his library that I
know a buyer will pay for.”
“And his wife’s
jewellery?”
“Is just an
added incentive,” the model/writer laughed, “why are you asking?”
“You know he
has Russian mob connections?”
“Shirley
briefed me when I expressed an interest,” Juliette nodded.
“He may also be
the guy the Russian authorities we are investigating is using as one of their
paymasters for their dirty tricks projects.”
“And we can
help how?”
“One of my
people may have inadvertently seen some interesting paperwork. We have no way of
knowing however if this is a set-up or not, and if we send in a burglary and
bugging team we are afraid they might be walking into a trap.”
“Seems
sensible…so what are you…” the words just hung there, “you want US to do the
dirty work for you?”
“Well he was on
your list…”
“I know,”
Juliette sighed, “how long do we have?”
“Ideally it
would have been done yesterday,” Caroline paused, “how long do you need?”
“I need to talk
to Heather, check schedules, see who is and isn’t available…”
“Look Francesca
is taking Heather to lunch tomorrow, if we invite ourselves along is that too
early to tell me anything?”
“I’ll call on
her in the morning, and meet with you then.
But Francesca does not know about me – does she?”
9.30 pm
The Astoria-Waldorf
“Okay Eleanor
tell me about this Foreign Agents Registration Act and why you think it’s so
important to what we are doing please?” Francesca took a sip of her wine and
relaxed in the armchair.
“In the terms
that lawyer’s brain of yours understands Francesca?”
“Please,” the
Italian woman laughed.
“Alright,”
Eleanor said as she leaned forward, “in 1938 Congress passed a law that
basically says if you are acting on behalf of a foreign nation in a, and I
quote, political, or quasi-political capacity, then you are required to
register with the government and disclose your activities and finances so that
what you are doing is open to scrutiny.”
“I can
understand the logic of such a law.”
“There are
about 1,700 people registered, most working as lobbyists trying to influence
the government in Washington.”
“If it’s all
regulated and legal then how may it concern us Eleanor?”
“It concerns us
in that from all the documents and analysis there are an awful lot of people
doing this kind of work, and who should be registered, but for some reason or
another have chosen not to do so.”
“You are saying
there is a black market in influence peddling?”
“Yes.”
“I take it
violating this Registration Act is a criminal offense?”
“Yes,” Eleanor
said, “with quite strict legal penalties.”
“So why if it’s
a crime to do this unregistered don’t they register?”
“Because the
type of work they are doing is dubious in nature Admiral.”
“Ah now I see
what you are getting at,” Francesca finished her wine. “Veronica is finding
widespread breeches of the law I take it?”
“Yes both by
American citizens, and by foreign nationals.”
“Alright bring
all this to our morning meeting and we will talk it out then.”
4th Avenue
“Seriously?”
“She’s still
not even dropped a hint Mother,” Pippa sighed, “I may have to resort to asking
her friends if she’s said anything to them.”
“She can be as annoyingly
tight-lipped as you are darling,” Amelia Ashley’s voice came out of the speaker
on her daughter’s desk, “you always went to your father if you wanted something
rather than me.”
“Did I?”
“You know very
well you did our Pip,” Margaret Harker’s broad Leeds accent came online as
Pippa smiled.
“It was almost
like you assumed if I did something for you then I’d do it wrong Phillipa?”
“As I’m now an American,”
Pippa laughed, “can I take the Fifth on that?”
“It might be
safest lass,” her Aunt laughed.
“Well I haven’t
been able to do a lot for Poppy,” Amelia said, “but I heard somewhere that
sixteenth birthday parties are important in America, so we are going to do this
just right.”
“Just don’t go
too over the top Mother,” Pippa inwardly groaned at the thought of the excesses
her Mother was capable of.”
“Find out what
kind of party she wants, and I’ll make sure our Amy doesn’t go too wild,” Dame
Margaret laughed.
“As if I
would?” The mock shocked tone in
Amelia’s voice was plain to hear.
“Whatever Mum,”
Pippa laughed, but leave it with me and I’ll try get Erica and Jess to say if
she’s expressed any ideas what she wants.”
Friday 23rd September
2.20 am
The Astoria-Waldorf
“What
the…” Francesca rubbed her eyes and put
on the bedside lamp, before she picked up the phone and whispered “Hello?”
“Francesca?”
“Caroline its
two thirty in the morning, I hope this is important?” Francesca groaned as she
looked at her bedside clock.
“Well Marcia
thought it important enough that she woke me.”
“Marcia? Isn’t
that the girl of yours acting as Duty Officer tonight?” suddenly the Marchesa was fully awake.
“It is.”
“And what did
she wake you to tell you?”
“That Dancer
went out at 11.30, alone, and went and sat in an all night
café for 90 minutes, before returning to his apartment.”
“Did he meet
someone?”
“No, but the
watcher definitely thought it was a rendezvous, and from the way he seemed to
get impatient that just whoever he was supposed to be meeting was a no show.”
“It sounds a
possibility, another of course is that somehow someone like a waitress passed
him information.”
“Well if that
happened the eyes we had on him didn’t spot it.”
“Alright,” Francesca
did some thinking, “do you think that our people were blown?”
“In my gut?
Then no.”
“So he might
just use this café as a meeting place again?”
“Maybe,”
Caroline’s voice trailed off. “Are you thinking?”
“Next time we
have the place wired so if this time his contact does show we can listen in.”
7.30 am
Off Times Square
“Here she
comes,” the dark haired Asian woman said to her partner as Veronica walked in,
wearing a hooded top and jeans. She
looked round, and then approached the pair.
“Alright you
said you have something on this taxi-cab tipoff?” Veronica spoke as the two
other women tried to find somewhere to perch in the tiny cubicle.
“You know you
told us that you know several of the guys behind the taxi cab business are
Russian mob connected Commander?”
“Yes I do Yuyang.” The Asian
woman smiled as she looked at her partner – the taller woman had russet
coloured short hair, both of them wearing leather jackets and jeans.
“Did you also
know though that a lot of said Russians are losing their shirts now?” the
second woman said in a Bronx accent.
“They are
Marianna?”
“According to a
guy I know who works for the Manhattan DA’s office, the competition from things
like Uber is devastating their business…” Yuyang
started.
“And because so
many of them had used their taxi medallions as collateral to raise additional
finance, a lot of them are highly leveraged.” Marianna finished.
“Well that’s
interesting girls, but of what use might to be to us?”
“Several of
these guys have close, even family ties, to players both in the political
world, and among people we suspect are Russian intelligence operatives.”
“Our thoughts
were that if we identified the right targets and squeezed hard enough then we might
just find out some very interesting things Commander.”
“You have an
evil mind Marianna,” Veronica laughed out loud, “alright leave it with me and
I’ll raise your idea with the Admiral.”
“And if we
proceed?”
“I’ll let you
have names…”
9.15 am
Jameson Security
“But why would
they do this now, at this time,” Eleanor said as she looked over at the two
guests.
“Because they personally don’t have many
morals and scruples to get in the way of their pursuit of self
interest, then they don’t believe that anyone else does either.” Natalya
paused for a second, “my father for example once told me he believed in two
things. That most people have a price, and that those people who can’t be
bought, can’t be trusted.”
“That’s pretty
cynical Natalya.” Veronica looked hard at the Russian.
“But true
Commander.”
“So
nationalism, patriotism, and all those other ism’s aren’t behind all this?”
Hannah asked.
“Oh they play a
part, at times a huge part, but because the leadership conflates its own interests
as being in Russia’s best interests, the lines have become blurred almost to
the point of invisibility.”
“So in the
broadest sense then this worldwide campaign to extend Russian influence and
power…”
“Is just as
much about extending their own personal interests,” Natalya interrupted.
“Weakened and
divided opposition like they are trying to create makes it harder for anyone to
in the end stand up to them,” Eleanor said quietly.
“As we have
seen, which makes my own thoughts clearer.
Later this morning, I will consult on how we identify some targets to –
persuade – to help us. Next on the
agenda?”
“Homeland
surveillance,” Hannah said as she looked at her pad.
“So how is
Dancer acting this morning?” Caroline asked.
“Like a pimply
kid who got stood up when he thought he had a date with the homecoming queen.”
“Alright while
I like the colourful analogy, be precise please,” Francesca smiled lightly.
“He’s been
nervous, he’s been temperamental, he’s been blowing his top at the tiniest of
mistakes by the dancers…”
“Okay we get
the picture.”
“Oh and I’d add
that he doesn’t look like he got a huge amount of sleep,” a second voice came
out of the speaker.
“Thank you
ladies, continue with your task please,” Francesca ended the call.
“Hmmmm,” for a second Caroline looked deep in thought.
“Opinions
please?”
“Something that
should have happened didn’t happen,” Eleanor put down a coffee. “It’s the
undercover agent’s nightmare when a scheduled meet doesn’t happen, and because
you are literally out there on your own you don’t dare even contact your
handler to find out what the hell is going on.”
“I agree
Captain,” Francesca nodded, “I think he had a meet with his case officer and
he/she was a no show.”
“The question
that worries me is why didn’t the meet happen?” Caroline leaned forward, “are
the Russians aware we are watching him?”
“That is a
highly interesting question.”
“As the Admiral
says, it’s an interesting question,” Eleanor paused to collect her thoughts,
“it occurs to me that they may have suspicions and that they set this and were
watching to see if they could see any watchers themselves.”
“Isn’t that
rather convoluted and complicated?” Veronica asked.
“Not overly
Commander,” Francesca smiled again, “if they think he’s compromised then they
are going to be very, very careful.”
“Surely he must
have an emergency way of contacting his people?” Hannah spoke.
“He should do,
and its going to be interesting to see if he triggers
it. Caroline warn your watchers that we really need to know to the smallest
details just what he does today.”
“Already done
Admiral.”
“Good,”
Francesca gathered the papers in front of her, “alright ladies I think we can
go about our business. If needs be I’ll talk to you all after my lunch if I
have much to impart. For now I’ll just say Good Morning.”
12.30 pm
St Angela’s
The Refectory
“Your Mom
phoned me this morning you know?” Erica said with a smile, easing herself down
at a table as she balanced her tray.
“She did? Why?”
Poppy said as she sat down opposite her.
“The little
matter of your forthcoming birthday party,” Jessica added as she sat beside
Poppy, “she phoned me as well.”
“Oh - that?”
“Yes that,”
Erica smiled, “she wanted to know if you’d said anything to us.”
“And which we
had to tell her you hadn’t exactly been forthcoming about.”
“I know girls.
I do know.”
“Well if you
don’t make up your mind soon then there won’t be time to organize it.”
“I know Jess,
it’s just that I actually don’t have much in the way of clear ideas, and if I
do say something then my Gran is going to take it as an excuse to do something
far too big and over the top.”
“Pops we do
know your Gran,” Dawn smiled.
“So,” Poppy
said as she swallowed the bite from her wrap, “I’m a bit scared of opening my
mouth.”
“Understood,
but with your Mom, Aunt Margaret, and US to keep her in check I’m sure we can
keep her under control.” Erica laughed.
“Let me just
think a little more…Okay?”
“Okay – but
don’t take too long Pops…”
“So what is
going on over there?” Jeannie said as she glanced at the sophomores.
“Pretty much
the same that is going on here. They are trying to get Poppy to give out with
some party ideas so that her mom can organize it” Becca sipped her juice.
“Not an easy
topic,” Ama said as she looked at Pepsi.
“Hey why pick
on me?”
“Because your
birthday comes first.”
“And you have
two Moms desperate to know just what you want, not just one like the rest of
us,” Doc said softly.
“I know, I know
– but I don’t want to make a huge fuss.
I want all my friends there, but in a civilised, peaceful…”
The others
looked at Pepsi as Becca said “she’s getting an idea.”
“Oh yeah – let
me talk to Moms first…”
Lincoln Centre
“No, no, NO!” Andre Kannenikov
banged his stick down on the floor and looked at the assembled dancers. “That was terrible – all of you, get out of
my sight before I fire you all!”
As the corps
left, he walked out of the rehearsal room and into his office, sitting by his
desk and rubbing his head as he looked round.
“What the hell had happened?” the question would not depart from his
brain. Like a broken down subway train it was not going anywhere and there was
nothing he could do about it.
It was a
perfectly routine contact, they’d already done just that kind of meeting
before, and he had some highly relevant information regarding attitudes of
players on Wall Street that he needed to pass on.
So why the
devil had she not shown up?
Did he need to trigger
his emergency protocols? His next routine contact was set for 10 days’ time,
could he wait that long while he felt isolated and alone? He was settled, true, but this was a first
for him…
“Calm down,
calm down,” he told himself. “It isn’t as though you haven’t faced problems
before.”
That was true,
he’d been an agent for many long years and he had faced tricky situations more
than just once. The unfortunate
business with the Federovs – he had learned of their
plans, and had bene ordered to stop them, but he had enjoyed betraying such
close friends, especially at the cost of his life. Little Yelena had never been told of how her
father really died – and he knew, because he had pulled the trigger.
When they
finally fled, he had allowed himself a little joy – and then the tragedy of her
death, and her second husband been killed.
That had an ironic sense for him – the three ‘businessman’ were actually
laundering money for him to pay off contacts in Hong Kong, but they had acted
independently, it had not been sanctioned by him. He had no desire to hurt little Yelena more
than she had been…
This was
different though. He was not involved in
espionage, any laws he might be breaking were minor, all he was doing was
talking to people about politics and economics and reporting what they said. No
he was in no imminent personal danger, indeed he was being treated like a true
celebrity. So why was a single skipped meeting with his handler like last night
freaking him out so badly?
“I need to be
patient, see if they contact me first,” he finally said, “and I need to calm
myself. I think I may have a night out
tonight – see what I can discover…”
Grazie
E 84th Street
“Thank you for
agreeing to us coming as well,” Juliette said as she and Caroline sat with Francesca
and Heather, “I needed to just confirm something with Heather before I got back
to work.”
“I think
Juliette should stay for the meeting anyway,” Caroline said as Francesca raised
an eyebrow, “she has some experience to bring to bear on the reason the three
of us need to meet.”
“Oh – in what
way?”
“I have dealt
with opinion leaders in Russia before – I know what to look for,” Juliette said
with a smile as the waiter brought the menus over.
“Well I know
the location wasn’t Juliette’s idea,” Heather cast an adoring glance over the
offered treats on the menu, “when she takes me to lunch it’s hot dogs in
Central Park.”
“In my defense I will argue that they are the best hot dogs to be
found anywhere in New York City.”
“True – but
this is a refreshing change. How did you
hear of it Francesca?”
“It came highly
recommended – I need to go for a few moments, if he returns, order the
fettucine for me please.” The trio watched
as Francesca walked to the restrooms, before Juliette quietly said “so – the
Barkov’s file?”
“I have a
workable plan, but we need to discuss it as a group, and determine the
roles. Why is this suddenly so important
anyway?”
“Let’s just say
there is some relevant information, but we smell a trap,” Caroline whispered
back, “hence the offer to the ladies.”
“Well, Madame
Barkov is curating a very nice display of rare silver at her workplace this
week – I’ll work up the schematics for there as well. Who?”
“Diana is an
out – she needs to rest up for something, I’ll know more when Sandy and I have
dinner with her tonight. We can get the
girls back for a day or two next week…”
“I’ll be in – I
know what it is we are looking for, and can assess as part of the raid. So I can be Miss Leopard if need be.”
“Agreed – meet
tomorrow night to discuss?”
The other two
nodded as Francesca came back. “So,
Francesca, what do you need to know…”
“Thank you
Juliette – that is most useful,” Francesca said as Juliette looked at her
watch.
“I need to go –
enjoy the rest of your lunch,” Juliette said as she walked off, Francesca
smiling before she said “now – let me begin.”
“What is it you
really want, Francesca,” Heather said as she sipped her wine.
“Greedy,
intelligent, and unscrupulous,” Francesca started to talk, “those were the
qualities that I was taught to look for in someone to recruit as an agent when
I first joined La Citadella. To this day I think it’s
the perfect formula. Ideologues and true believers in a cause have a habit of
expressing, and betraying, their true beliefs. An agent with no obvious
interests and prejudices is a lot easier to hide, and keep hidden.”
“What are you
trying to get at Francesca?” Heather asked.
“I’m trying to
ask you to find me some particular people within the ranks of our opponents who
we can turn and use Heather.”
“Just who are
you talking about Admiral?” Caroline spoke, “I told you that we at Madame’s
organization have deep contacts in Russia we can use.”
“I know, and I
rang and thanked Shirley personally. What I want is figures here on the ground
in the US.”
“So what are
you asking me to do please?”
“Go look in
police, FBI, and what other data bases you can get into Heather, and find me
some Russian affiliated figures that we can subvert and recruit.”
“I can get you
some names Francesca, that’s easy, but I can’t tell you who may or may not be recruitable.”
“Just get me
some names and as much personal detail as you can Heather. I can evaluate who
might be a suitable target myself.”
“All right – as
a thank you for lunch. What about your contacts
Caroline?”
“Oh – we may
have one or two ideas to follow up on…”
8.30 pm
The de Ros Mansion
“Edith, you
have excelled yourself tonight,” Juliette said as she wiped her chin, and
pushed the plate away. She was wearing a
blue trouser suit with a white top, while Sandy had on a green jersey
dress. “That chicken was superb.”
“Thank you your
Highness,” Edith said as she collected the plates. “Will you be taking coffee in the drawing
room, Madame?”
“We will Edith
– bring the pot through, and I will pour,” Diana said as she stood up,
smoothing down her grey skirt as the three old friends walked into the
room. As they sat down, Sandy noticed
the slight pained expression on Diana’s face, and looked at Juliette.
“The coffee,
Madame – if there is nothing else?”
“No, thank you
Edith,” Diana said with a smile.
“Abigail will not be back until late, so you may retire for the evening
if you wish.”
“I will clear
the dinner plates first, Madame,” Edith said with a smile as she left, closing
the door as Diana poured the coffee and handed the cups round. “I am so glad you were both able to come
tonight, mes amies.”
“Well, Heather
is making sure Sands gets her assignments done, and finishing something up for
Francesca,” Sandy said, “but…”
“Well, it was a
lovely meal Diana, and it’s a rare treat to do something just the three of us,
but… Why do I feel that you have
something important that you think you need to tell us?” Juliette asked as she
took a sip, and then out her cup down, sitting forward and looking at her old
friend.
“Probably,”
Diana said with a sigh “you know because we’ve been friends far too many years
for me to be able to hide any secrets from you Cherie. But yes – there is something I need to tell
you.”
“Is it bad
Diana?” Sandy looked concerned, “We’ve tried hard not to show you how worried
we are, but we have been talking amongst ourselves…”
“Is it…?”
Juliette interrupted.
“No it isn’t
cancer,” Diana smiled slightly.
“Thank the
Goddess for that,” Sandy breathed a huge sigh of relief.
“Amen,”
Juliette nodded.
“So Darling
what then?”
Diana put her
hands together in front of her, before she said “you know that Jacques, when he
attacked me, caused permanent damage that meant I could never have children
again?”
“Yes,” Juliette
nodded again.
“I’ve learned
to live with some pain and discomfort from that attack over the years, and my
doctor in Paris was advising and giving me treatment for the worst of
times. A couple of months ago, however,
the attacks started to get worse, and more frequent. I had been warned that might happen, but my
doctor passed away recently…”
“So you made an
appointment to go see Helen?”
“I did,” for a
few seconds Diana paused and took a couple of deep breaths. “The term for most
of the damage he did is traumatic gynaecologic fistulas.”
“Or in ordinary
terms, wounds and punctures to parts of your vagina and other organs,” Sandy
nodded gravely.
“Exactly,”
Diana again paused, “as I said, the doctors did their best and fixed what they
could, but it seems however that over the years some of the wounds never healed
totally, and that I have further complications that have arisen regarding the
scar tissue, and…”
“You don’t need
to say more Darling, we get the picture,” Ju reached out and held her friends
hand.
“So I talked to
Helen, she reviewed the notes and examined me…
Helen…”
“It’s all
right,” Sandy said quietly, “take your time.”
Nodding, Diana
took a deep breath and said “Helen wants to open me up and do a lot of work…it
seems surgical techniques, and things they can do have improved in recent
years.”
“Good,” both
women smiled. “At least then it will be
dealt with…”
“But of course
all surgeries have risks, and…” tears started to appear in Diana’s eyes as she
looked up, Juliette seeing again for the first time in nearly twenty years the
Diana she had seen in Rosville that summer, “I’m
frightened.”
“That’s
understandable,” Sandy said as she put an arm round her friend to comfort her,
“but if you leave this it will only get worse, and Helen and your other
surgeons won’t be advising this if they didn’t think it was first not needed,
and second if they didn’t think the surgery would be successful.”
“She’s right
you know,” Juliette whispered as she held Diana’s hands, and let a couple of
tears go.
“I know, I do
know darlings. And believe me, I am
aware of how important this is, but I am still afraid…”
“Have you told
Abby this?”
“No Juliette,”
Diana shook her head.
“What about Guy
and Valeria?”
“Non.”
“I think it’s
important that you do, and soon…”
“They have a
right to know,” Sandy interrupted Juliette, “and you’ll need their support
Diana.
“I know.” Diana
made an effort to stop crying. “I wanted to tell you both first…You are the
best friends I’ve ever had.”
“You’ve
supported both of us when we needed you,” Juliette said quietly, “it’s our turn
now. When does Helen want to do this?”
“Soon – next
week if possible.”
“We may be
hitting a target next week, Diana,” Juliette said quietly, “but I think you
need to sit this one out. Make the
arrangements with Helen, and get it done, be yourself again. And tell Abigail.”
“Tell me what?”
The three women
looked over to see Abby standing in the door.
“Mamma – is
something wrong?”
“Come – sit
with me,” Diana said as she looked at her daughter, “I need to tell you
something…”
“We’d better be
on our way,” Sandy said as she stood up.
“Give me a call
in the morning darling,” Juliette whispered in Diana’s ear, “tell me how it
turned out please.”
“I will
Cherie,” the Frenchwoman said as she kissed her best friend on the cheek, then
showed them out before she came in and closed the door, looking at her
daughter.
“Alright Mom
what are you keeping from me?” Abigail said as she stood with her hands on her
hips.
“Well first
things first darling,” Diana said with a sigh as she sat down again, “I’m going
to have Helen book me in to the hospital so that she can do those surgeries I
mentioned.”
“When?”
“Next week…” She looked up at Abby, her daughter seeing
the look in her eyes as she continued “I think it’s important that I get them
done.”
“Mom how bad,
and how serious are these surgeries?” Abigail said quietly as she sat down next
to Diana.
She took
Abigail’s hands in hers before she said “Well they aren’t life threatening my
darling. Though there is always some small risk anytime a patient goes under a
general anaesthetic.”
“Alright, I do
know that. What was so important though that you have to call Aunt Ju and Aunt
Sandy for a big pow-wow?”
For a minute at
least Diana sat and tried to compose herself and to work out just the right
words to say.
“Mom?”
“Abigail…” she
began hesitantly, “you know all that I’ve ever told you about your father?”
“Yes. About what he did to you…”
“Well, when he
attacked and abused me, he did permanent internal damage to my body.”
“You told me
what he did meant you could never have other children.”
Nodding, Diana
said “That was true, although…”
“I know that
it’s behind a lot of your psychological hang-ups as well.”
“I’ve never
quite thought of them as hang-ups as you call them.” Diana smiled a small
smile. “But yes what he did is always in my mind, and it does affect my life
every day.”
“So what has
changed that you needed to talk to people?”
“Darling,”
Diana said as she gripped Abby’s hands, “I’ve been coping, and I think coping
is the right word, with the consequences of what your Father did to my body for
many years. Recently though the pain and discomfort has got worse, and has
often become severe. It’s why I consulted Helen.”
“That makes
sense,” Abby took a deep breath, “how bad are things?”
“Well they
aren’t good, let me put it that way.”
“Can Helen and
the other doctors fix it?”
“She says they
can,” Diana said quietly, “but I may need to be quite closely watched in the
future.”
“Okay accepting
that, what is the prognosis Mama?’
“That with care
I will be able to live a full life.”
“Thank the
Goddess for that,” Abigail looked upwards.
“But you say with care…”
“I will need to
– step back – for a little while as I recover,” Diana said, “but I am still a
Pussycat my dear, that will never change.
Juliette will explain more when we meet tomorrow.”
“Does that mean
we hunt again?”
“It does – but
this time without Miss Leopard, or at least without me. Abby – I will tell your grandparents
tomorrow, and they may come over. But
you know that Edith will look after you while I do this, non?”
“I do,” Abby
said as she started to cry. Diana
brushed her hair away and said “I do not want you to cry or be afraid. All will be well, I swear…”
Wednesday 21st September
9 am Local Time
The Training Camp for the Sisters of
Maisha
Blessing and Anouska
sat in the group of women, listening as Xan showed them some of the signs to
look for, but then he looked up and fell silent as the group turned to see
Little Teacher standing there.
“My apologies,”
she said as she bowed to Xan, “but I need to borrow Blessing and Anouska for a
few moments. They will return after.”
As the bushman
nodded, the two women stood and followed Marigold as they went to the
schoolhouse. Entering, they saw some of
the other Sisters sitting there, Leader and Teacher at the front.
“Blessing,
Anouska, welcome,” Teacher said quietly, “please, take a seat.”
“Do you know
what is happening,” Anouska whispered to Blessing, the African girl shaking her
head as they sat.
“Sisters,”
Teacher said quietly, “your instructors and I have been reviewing your
progress, and we are all extremely pleased with how you are doing. You have each demonstrated the qualities and
skills we desire from a Sister, and you are to be commended for that.”
“For this
reason,” Leader said as she looked round, “we have decided that you are all
ready to undertake the final test. In
the case of these two,” she said as she looked directly at Blessing and
Anouska, “they have both shown remarkable aptitude, but more importantly they
are needed, if they pass this test, urgently to undertake other tasks.”
“The task is
simple,” Teacher said, “you will be split into teams of four, and each provided
with water, supplies, a map and a compass.
You will then be taken, by transport, to a location, and given two map
locations to visit. Once you have
visited both locations, you return to the camp.”
“On the way,”
Teacher said, “you may make use of any other items or supplies you find, but
the important thing is all four of your team must return to pass the test.”
“This is a test
we have all done,” Teacher said quietly, “and others will do. You have twenty four hours to complete your
given duties, and prepare to undertake the task. That is all – you may return to your duties
now.”
“The Walk,”
Anouska whispered to Blessing, “I have heard of it, but they think I am ready
now?”
“They would not
send us if we were not ready,” Blessing said with a smile, “come – I think we
need to pay especial attention to Xan today…”
11 am EST
West of Charles de Gaulle airport
“Ladies and
Gentlemen, we have now levelled off at an altitude of 36,000 feet, and you may
loosen or unfasten your seat belts. The
cabin crew will shortly begin to serve a meal, and the entertainment system…”
Guy looked over
at Valeria, in her black jumper and skirt, the distress obvious in her eyes.
“Are you all
right my dear?”
“Hmm? Oh, I am sorry Guy,” Valeria said quietly, “I
was recalling the night of Abigail’s christening.”
“Ah – I look
back on that event with much affection, but what happened after…”
“I knew
something had happened, but the full extent…
Is that why his friends suddenly cut him out after that date?”
“I do not
know,” Guy said quietly, keeping his own counsel on what he knew.
“Why did she
never tell me what he had done to her Guy?” Valeria whispered as the cabin crew
started to serve the meal.
“Would the old
you have believed her if she had Dear Darling?” Guy gently held her hand. “You
had Jacques firmly up on a pedestal.”
“I… I do not know Guy. I brought him back after the incident in New
York, praying he would change, but… I
take it a lot of people knew?”
“That he was
more then something of a scoundrel, with a very rough way with women? Then yes.
That he had done such a thing to my daughter? Then no. Even I did not know the full extent of her
injuries until she told us both last night.”
“I knew he had
his faults, I wasn’t totally blind Guy, but such sadism, such cruelty…” Valeria
both shook her head and shed some tears.
“If I’d known
at the time…” the Duc took a deep breath, “let me say that he would never have
had the privilege of killing himself in an accident.”
“What would you
both like?” the flight attendant interrupted the conversation.
“Ah – Valeria?”
“I will have
the Cod steak,” Valeria said as she glanced at the menu.
“I will have
the guinea fowl,” Guy said with a smile.
As the attendant walked off, Guy continued quietly “as we have both
discovered, Valeria, the past can only hurt us if we allow it to.”
“Unfortunate
choice of words, Guy, given the circumstances…”
“I know – but
the important thing is we stand now with Diana, and offer her and Abigail all
the support they need.”
12.15 pm
St Angela’s
“I’d like to
thank the two candidates, Congressman Tom Morse and Albert Brooks, for coming
and addressing you today, and for their informative debate,” Wilhelmina Tennant
said as she stood at the dais, “and ask you all to show your appreciation.”
As the room
applauded, Tom and Albert shook hands, before Wilhelmina said “and now, you may
take your lunch break.”
“Forgive us if
we do not stay around,” Tom said as he and Albert shook Wilhelmina’s hand, “but
our staff have us triple booked all afternoon.”
“Of course, and
thank you again for sparing the time.
Kate will show you out…”
“So what do you
think the girls made of that Grace?” Wilhelmina asked as the staff headed back
to the faculty lounge.
“What do I
think they learned? Or what do I hope they learned?”
“Both.”
“Well I think
they learned that political debate can still be undertaken in a manner that
doesn’t end up resorting to smears, innuendo, and shouting…”
“On that I
agree,” Wilhelmina said as she looked at the girls filing out, “and I think
both gentlemen conducted themselves with dignity and manners.”
“What I hope
they learned, and I think some of the questions at least showed some of them
took it all seriously, is that agreeing with the message of one candidate or
the other simply because you are afraid of what you’ve heard about the policies
of the other side, isn’t a positive way to think about politics and policy.”
“Nicely put
Grace,” Kate said as she joined the conversation. “I very much doubt the debate in five days’
time will be as civilized.”
“I agree,”
Wilhelmina smiled, “I’d rather like to be able to listen in on what the girls
are saying.”
“Well you
turned down my idea of bugging the rooms they gather in Wilhelmina,” Annie
laughed, “we might have learned more than just stunt plans if we had.”
“That was…shall
I say Interesting?” Doc spoke as the girls gathered by their lockers.
“They both made
me think.” Ama reached inside her locker, pulled out
a bottle of water, and took a drink.
“What did you
think Becca?” Nikki asked.
“I’ve heard it
all before,” she laughed, “you forget I know BOTH of them, you might say
intimately,” she whispered.
“Well I liked
that they both staked out positions that rejected prejudice against people
simply because of the colour of their skin, or where they come from.” Jeannie sighed
as she leaned back in her chair slightly.
“On most issues
they actually agreed more then they disagreed,” Pepsi
reached in her locker and got a book out.
“Well they are
both pro Wall Street, and pro free trade,” Becca leaned up against the lockers.
“Where they disagree are on things like tax rates, health care, and the social
safety net. You listened carefully and that should have been obvious…”
“We listened Becs,” Doc laughed as she interrupted, “but I think I’ll
leave the details on that sort of thing safely to you.”
“But how do we
use that to stop the wrong assumptions been made?”
“Well, let us
consider that later…”
“Am I the only
one who was disappointed that they didn’t say more about what Mr. Trump says in
his speeches?” Dawn asked as some of the sophomores gathered round a couple of
tables in the refectory.
“It was like
they both deliberately went out of their way to avoid it,” Jessica opined.
“No they
addressed it,” Erica sat down, “but I think they both rather dumbed it down for
our consumption.”
“Agreed,” Poppy
said as she sat on a table with her feet on the chair. “They both said they
didn’t approve, but I wish they’d have said what they think in stronger terms.”
“I think that
was what Ama was trying to do with that question she
asked, but they didn’t address specifics.” Erica opened a can of 7Up.
“I felt a
little patronized,” Dawn looked thoughtful, “it was almost like they didn’t
think we were old enough to understand such matters.”
“I think it’s
more they were trying to not let their personal opinions get in the way,” Jess
said quietly.
“Oh yeah – as
our resident non-US person, what did you make of it?”
“Very
interesting – I have talked with Mum and Dad about what is happening, and I
know they have their own fears, that Mister Trump, in particular, is making
fear the cornerstone of his campaign. We
have seen how that can lead to great pain in Europe, after all.”
3 pm
The de Ros Mansion
“Well, I am
glad in a way you have made the decision, Diana,” Helen Reichmann said as she
sat in the chair, “although I know this will not be easy for you.”
“As you said,
Helen,” Diana said quietly as she put her coffee cup down, “it does need to be
done, and now that I have told Abigail and the others, it is better done as
soon as…” She looked over as Edith opened
the door, and said “forgive me Madame – but the Duc du Grechy
and the Countess de Ros are here, and wish to talk to you.”
“Which is my
cue to leave,” Helen said as she stood up and picked up her bag. “I will see you on Friday at Eleven for the
preliminary examinations Diana.”
“Thank you
again,” Diana said as Guy and Valeria came in.
“Father, Valeria, you have met Dr Reichmann before.”
“Of course,”
Guy said as he made a low bow, “I trust all is well?”
“As well as can
be expected, but I will leave you to talk.
Until Friday Diana.” As she left
the room, Valeria walked over and held her daughter in law.
“I am so sorry,
my child. I…”
“It is all
right, Valeria,” Diana said quietly, “some things could never be said, but now
there is no choice. Thank you both
for…” She then started crying, as both
Valeria and Guy held her…
6 pm
The de Ros Mansion
“So what do you
both think?” Abby said quietly as she looked at the screen of her computer,
trying to read the expressions on her two best friends’ faces.
“Well I’m
certainly up for a bit of fun,” Carina laughed.
“Cari, The
Beast is always up and ready for anything where she can get her quota of blood
and pain,” Jo shook her head.
“Hey I am who I
am,” the petite blonde laughed.
“Do you know
there was a time when I thought I was seriously warped,” Jo smiled, “and then I
met you and I realized in comparison I’m actually quite sane?”
“What’s your
score oh sane one?” Cari laughed some more.
“Look girls as
much I’m also looking forward to releasing Miss Tigress and having fun, what I
really wanted to talk about was Mom.”
“We know Abs,”
suddenly Carina looked serious. “There’s little you can do though other then be
there for Aunt Diana, and hope and pray that it all goes to plan.”
“She’s right
Abby, but just remember she’s going to be operated on by extremely skilled
doctors who do this sort of thing routinely. I’m sure that with time your Mom
will be fine again.”
“I know girls,
I know.”
“I for one,
hearing the damage that he did, would love to have seen if your father could
take the sort of punishment from a woman that he liked to inflict.”
Looking at the
screen, Abi said quietly “Do you think he was evil Cari?”
“Yes Abs, just
like I am,” Carina took a deep breath, “I think that just like that creature
within me he loved to torture and terrorize his victims. I’m not hypocrite
enough to realize how twisted it would be me condemning him for doing just the
same kind of shit that I love to do myself.”
“Oh?” both
Abigail and Joanne looked surprised.
“But the normal
me, the Carina who loves her children, her parents, and her friends, then yes I
hate his guts that he did that to someone I love like Aunt Diana.”
“The problem of
their being two of you in that body,” Jo whispered.
“So with Guy
and Valeria there, will you be taking part this time?”
“I doubt it –
my place is by the side of Mamma. But I
think both of you will be…”
8 pm
The Richmond Mansion
“Hey Doc,”
Heather said as she opened the door, “come on in, the others who are coming are
already here.”
“So are we pack
hunting again,” the teenager said as she hung her coat up.
“Some of us –
come in,” Heather said as she opened the door, Doc smiling as she saw Sandy,
Juliette and Dominique sitting there.
“Doc – good,
come away in,” Juliette said as she sat down, nodding to Cari, Jo and Abi on
the screen.
“All right then
ladies,” Juliette said quietly, “we have our first target selected, but before
we begin – Abi?”
“Doc, Heather,
Dom,” Abi said quietly, “you may not be aware that Mama requires to undergo an
operation next week – so with regret, Miss Leopard and Miss Tigress will sit
this one out.”
“Which is why
you and Dom are here, Doc – you’re in, and Dom has a secondary objective. Heather, you have the floor.”
“We are
looking,” Heather said as she put a picture on the table “at Sergei and
Anastasia Barkov. Both in their late
fifties, Sergei is a trader, and Anastasia is a curator at a small gallery.”
“Anastasia
Barkov? Blair was talking about her,”
Abby said quietly,“they have an exhibition of
Georgian silver at the moment.”
“They do
indeed,” Juliette said, “and that is our primary target – the silver.”
“Interesting,”
Jo said quietly, “so we have two separate security systems to deal with?”
“One of which
we have details of,” Dominique said quietly, “as they requested a review with
Jameson security. We need schematics for
the gallery – Heather?”
“In hand. There is no family, but they have a live-in
housekeeper, Deborah.”
“The plan is simple,”
Juliette said quietly, “we take control of their apartment, and in the early
hours of the morning Madame Barkov accompanies us to her gallery. But we have to move fast.”
“How fast,” Jo
said quietly.
“Friday night –
and this is one of those occasions where we can, and will, get messy. Which means…”
“I get to have
fun,” Carina said with a grin.
“Profiles?”
“Coming your
way now. Sandy?”
“Routes from
the farm to the residence, residence to gallery, and back?”
“Jo?”
“Work with Dom
on the gallery security, and disabling their own.”
“Abby – be with
Diana, she understands.”
As Abby nodded,
Heather said “plans are with you, or with me to give to you, now. If we are a go?”
Juliette looked
round as the others nodded. “Good – by
Saturday lunchtime, all will be done. We
meet at five on Friday. Good luck
everyone.”
Thursday 22nd September
10 am
McAdam Consultancy, the Bank
As the phone
rang, Agnes picked up the handset and said “yes?”
“Agnes, I have
a Kay Cornwall in the outer office,” she heard Sue say. “I know she doesn’t have an appointment, but
she would like to have a brief word.”
“Kay? Wonders will never cease,” Agnes said,
shaking her head as she said “send her in and fetch us both some coffee, will
you?” Standing up, she smiled as Sue
opened the door and allowed the dark haired woman to come in. In contrast to Agnes’ Fitzstuart
jumper and grey skirt, Kay was wearing a black designer trouser suit with a
white blouse.
“Agnes McAdam –
how long has it been?”
“Far too long,”
Agnes said as she hugged Kay, and then indicated the leather armchairs by the
coffee table. “Sit down, sit down, Sue
will get some coffee in a minute.”
“Well, I have
to say,” Kay said as she sat and looked round, “this is certainly a far cry
from your last office.”
“In my past, as
I suspect you damn well know,” Agnes said with a laugh as Sue brought the
coffee in, and then left, closing the door behind her. “So how is life in the darker corridors of
Whitehall?”
“As interesting
as always,” Kay said as Agnes poured some coffee into a cup and handed it
over. “Look at you, the McAdam of
McAdam, fully restored – and I never congratulated you on the re-engagement.”
“Thank you –
Simon told you, right?”
“Unofficially –
after all, officially I’m nowhere near his level,” Kay said with a smile as she
sipped her coffee. “Interesting – do you
and Francesca di Cambrello have the same supplier?”
“Probably – our
assistants are old friends,” Agnes said as she put her cup down. “So, is this purely a social visit to go over
old times, or something more?”
“Something more
– although if you ever wanted to take a turn there again…”
“It’s in the
past,” Agnes said as she shook her head and looked over. “I’m seeing Sherry later tonight – shall I
pass on your best?”
“She still married
to that hunk of a copper?” Kay laughed
as she looked at Agnes. “It’s all right,
I know she is – I was briefed on a certain robbery in London that he almost
managed to stop, but was stopped himself.
You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you Agnes?”
“Do you really want
an answer Kay?”
“No – not to
that anyway. I want to talk about any
whispers you may have heard…”
“Hmmm – have
you been speaking to anyone Kay?”
“I may have had
meetings recently with some mutual friends in New York,” Kay said with a smile.
Looking at her
watch, Agnes stood up and put her jacket on.
“Come on – I’ll treat you to a lunch.
A little place I know…”
Noon BST
Chez Georgette
“Thank you
Charles – we’ll order some food in a minute,” Agnes said as the barman put their
drinks down, while Kay looked round the floor.
“I’ve heard of
this place – discretion guaranteed?”
“At this time
of day anyway. Can I ask a question?”
“Of course,”
Kay said as she sipped her drink.
“Did you agree
to the restoration of my life-membership Kay when Sherry and the current
members of the Ash contacted you?”
“Wholeheartedly
Aggie, it was a stupid and spiteful thing to strip you of it in the first
place.”
“You don’t
think it was the only thing they could do?”
“Darling,” Kay
said with a laugh, “if half the scandals that I know about some of the girls
who condemned you like that ever came out, then let me just say you’d look like
a comparative angel, even having become a dominatrix.”
“Anything you
want to share Kay?” Agnes laughed.
“Well…”
“No don’t tell
me please, I keep enough secrets already.”
“Which is why I
came to see you today,” the woman from MI6 suddenly got serious. “I need to use
that incredible brain of yours to hopefully gain some perspective on some
events that may or may not be happening.”
“May or may
not?”
“To be honest
Aggie we don’t know precisely what if anything is actually going on.”
“Alright I can
understand how that can happen. What can I tell you?’
“Well for
starters what is good to eat here,” Kay smiled as she looked at the menu.
“Most of it is
darling,” a voice spoke from behind them.
“That’s true,”
Aggie smiled as she turned and let George kiss her. “George darling meet Kay
Cornwall, she’s an old friend from Oxford.”
“It’s lovely to
meet you Kay,” he extended a hand and shook hers.
“And it’s a
pleasure to meet you too.”
“So what brings
you to my den of good repute, Lady?”
“A place to eat
and talk George – quietly.”
“I understand –
let me know what you want, and I will take it from there,” George said with a
smile.
“So what
exactly do you want to ask me about Kay?” Agnes asked as George headed to the
kitchen, having brought their food out.
“Well… What do you know about some of the games the
Russians are playing in Europe and the US?”
“Can I ask why
you are asking me darling when I know just what resources you have at your
disposal in the SIS?” Agnes took a bite of food.
“I’m asking
precisely because you aren’t in ‘the business’ Aggie. You remain the keenest
brain that I ever met, and I know even in your ‘exile’ you kept yourself
formidably well-informed on events, both domestic, and foreign.”
Raising an
eyebrow, Agnes watched as her old friend cut a slice of steak and started to
eat it. “I still only have access to a
fraction of the material you see Kay.”
“Yes but
importantly you see it with an independent eye, you don’t have the internal
collective thinking of the service warping your perspective.”
“I guess so,”
Agnes said quietly as she took another bite.
“I’m not expecting
you to tell me everything Aggie, but if I ask questions will you answer them?”
“I’ll try.”
Agnes took a sip of her wine. “You know I haven’t signed the Official Secrets
Act?”
“Yes, but I
know you better then to believe you’ll ever repeat a single word of this
conversation to the wrong ears.”
“So I take it
that means I can’t even tell Donald?”
Shaking her
head, Kay said “Even with his security clearance I’d rather you didn’t.”
“Understood,”
the redhead smiled. “So – is something
going on? I believe it is. Could that something have influenced the
recent referendum? I am not sure, but
something did. Is it possible that same
something is at work on American voters?”
“Always ready
with the right questions,” Kay said with a smile. “So, what do you think Russia’s foreign
policy goals are currently Aggie?”
“Just what
they’ve been for ever and a day Kay, to protect the Russian heartland by
expanding their borders, and by exercising influence and power, especially over
potentially hostile foreign enemies.”
“So business as
normal?”
“Very much so,”
Agnes said quietly as she poured herself some more wine. “The governments have
changed over the centuries from Tsarist autocracy, to a communist dictatorship,
to today’s kleptocracy, but the underlying policy goals have always remained
the same. I personally have always it’s a sort of collective national fear
rooted in the Tartar conquest of Russia all those centuries ago.”
“I remember you
saying that once in a seminar at Oxford.”
“Did I?”
“Yes,” Kay
laughed, “and I find it as difficult to grasp now as I did back then.”
“Oh it’s not
that hard a concept,” Agnes smiled.
“I’d
disagree…but putting that aside darling, you think they have resumed an
‘aggressive’ foreign policy?”
“Kay dear if
you need me to answer that question, then in all seriousness I’m inclined to
panic about what the hell London Centre is even thinking.”
“No, we do
agree with you,” Kay took a bite, “but what we can’t get our head round is
precisely what they are doing, and some of the day to day motivation that’s
driving it.”
“Technology and
money…if I’m not mistaken?”
“Just so.”
“In our ‘free’
societies both are hard to both detect, and stop.”
“Exactly, and
that is the place we are in right now. We think we are detecting some very
malignant things, but proving that…”
“And then
stopping them are far harder things to do then they seem.” Agnes nodded.
While they
talked about specific points Kay inwardly assessed her old friend. The twenty
years of being treated as a pariah by so much of the ‘respectable’ world
outwardly seemed to have little effect, however the odd thing that Aggie said
reminded Kay that she was nowadays a very different woman to the one she’d
known all those years ago.
Did Agnes know
that the same Don who had recruited her for the intelligence services had also
been desperate to draw her into MI6? He’d certainly told Kay that he thought
Agnes would make an amazing agent. Had he ever approached her directly?
If he had, she
was pretty sure Aggie turned down the opportunity. With Donald heading into the
Foreign Office it would have been a complication in their relationship, and
beside it would have broken their famous plans.
For her part,
Agnes was looking carefully at Kay. She,
Kay and Sherry had been inseparable at their college, before Sherry married
Mike, and she had gone to LSE. Kay had
gone to work for the ‘Uncivil Service’ as she had put it, but as Lady D’Eath she had heard the truth of what she was really
doing. And now she was a section head,
for Western European operations.
She wasn’t
saying this, but she knew Kay must have had contact with the likes of Eleanor
and Francesca, but they would not admit it if asked externally. When she had been pulled into the call with
Nessa and Augie, she had guessed something big was going down, but now she was
sure of it.
7.30 am
The Astoria-Waldorf
“Mama you know
that Kay Cornwall and Agnes are having lunch at Georgette’s don’t you?”
Charlotte looked up from her mobile as they both ate their breakfast.
“I did,”
Francesca smiled, “they both contacted me to tell me.”
“They did?
Why?”
“Well,”
Francesca said after she had taken a sip of coffee, “despite the fact they are
very old friends from way back when, they haven’t spoken in many years. Kay
asked if she should go try pick Aggie’s brain, and Agnes asked was Kay doing
this on her own initiative, or at my behest?”
“Okay.”
“Anyway… How
did you know darling?”
“Sue rang
Penny, and Penny reported it to Madame.”
“Ah I see,” the
Marchesa smiled, “and Shirley contacted you to find
out what information you might have?”
“In a
nutshell.”
“Well tell her
it’s nothing she needs to worry about, Kay is merely trying to see if any of
Agnes’s legendary contacts have given her any useful intelligence that we
either need to know, or can use.”
“But Agnes must
know what Kay is?”
“Oh she does –
but as the keeper of so many secrets, she’s not going to say anything…”
“So will you
discuss this this morning?”
“It is on the
agenda…”
9.30 am
Jameson Security
“So our British
friend will see what Agnes knows?”
“That’s the
idea Commander,” Francesca said as she looked at Veronica. “What is the word on the street?”
“We’re getting
reports of some unusual activity – working through it now…”
“Do we need to be
running some internal security Admiral?” Eleanor asked as they sat round the
conference table for their daily briefing.
“After all if
we are trying to penetrate them how do we know they aren’t doing the same to
us?” Veronica asked.
“We don’t,” Caroline
leaned back, “but as of this moment I’m still hopeful that they aren’t even
aware of our existence. Also I’m pretty sure that having drawn our personnel in
from various places where they’d already needed to be thoroughly vetted that
their loyalty can be assumed.”
“That’s what
Lily thought,” Charlotte murmured under her breath.
“Still,”
Francesca said, “perhaps our Russian friends can review the files?”
“I’ll get
Natalia and Sofia on it,” Caroline said with a smile.
2 pm BST
Xavier International
“You look
preoccupied Madame?” Penny said as she came into her office.
“Do I
Penelope?”
“Just a tad,”
Penny laid the afternoon report on her boss’s desk. “For a few seconds there
you looked a million miles away.”
“I did? I
apologise.” Shirley shook herself as she
looked at the papers.
“No need for
that,” Penny said quietly, “but I’m sort of intrigued to know what you were
thinking about?”
“I was just
thinking about how our so-called social class, and our upbringing and education
affects our attitudes and beliefs.”
“That is pretty
serious thinking,” Penny smoothed out her skirt as she sat down.
“I know…anyway
we had better start on the report.”
“No Madame, can
we actually talk about what you were thinking first…please?”
Smiling, Shirley
said “It’s actually pretty boring…”
“It might be,
but I think it’s something you want to get off your chest isn’t it Madame?”
“Is it that
obvious?”
“To me? Then
yes.”
Sighing,
Shirley put her pen down and sat back. “I
was thinking about women like Francesca and Agnes who their whole life have
been taught that they have greater obligations beyond looking after themselves
and their immediate family.”
“Oh I think I
see what you mean, that sense of duty that they have?”
“Exactly,”
Shirley paused to organize her thoughts. “my family was what can definitely be
described as ‘new money’. My father believed in looking after us as a family,
and himself. However at both Footscray Lodge, and at
Cheltenham, I was taught that as a ‘lady’ I owed obligations of service and
duty to others less fortunate then myself.”
“Agnes at the school
tried to teach us both how to look after ourselves, but also to give help and
aid as we could,” Penny nodded.
“It’s what I
hope we do in this organization, that we balance our personal greed with a
sense of duty to help out if we can in addition.”
“It’s a fine
line Madame, but certainly one we are certainly straddling, especially in
aiding the sisters.”
“Indeed – and
the other thing that is on my mind.
Maisha starts the long walk today…”
2.30 pm Local Time
The Training Camp for the Sisters of
Maisha
The groups of
girls were talking quietly to themselves, checking and re-checking their packs
as they looked nervously at each other, while their instructors watched from
the side of the compound.
“You can do
this…you can do this…” Maisha whispered the words over and over to herself as
she sat outside her shelter trying to psych herself up for the test to come.
“Well if you
can’t? What the hell chance do I have?” Anouska said quietly as she squatted
beside the younger girl and checked her kit.
“A lot better than
those inside demons of yours are trying to tell your brain.”
“I hope so.” Anoushka looked round as she whispered “I
really hope so.”
“Just think of
it as taking a long walk in the country.”
“Doesn’t help,”
the older woman laughed, “I tried, but then I reminded myself about the fact
that this ‘walk’ means we have to live off the land in hostile terrain, with a
constant threat of danger…that doesn’t help my confidence.”
“Well at least
we are in the same team,” the African girl laughed, “we can help each other
over the bad parts.”
“I hope so.”
“So how do you
think they’ll do Teacher?” Sunshine asked as she watched Maisha and her friend
complete their preparations.
“They’ll
complete,” the Swede said quietly, “they’ll probably be in one of the first
couple of teams to return.”
“Not what I
asked Helga.”
“I know,” the
Swedish woman paused to think. “I think they will do it hard, they’ll push each
other, and they’ll push the girls with them. Maisha won’t allow herself to just
skate by and get back here, she will confront the test head on and try and
excel.”
“Yeah sorta what I’m thinkin’.”
“Well, best be
about it.”
“Aye,” the
Aborigine said as she stepped forward.
“Sisters – be ready to leave in ten.”
6 pm BST
Bayswater Road
“How was your
day Mum?” Miley set a cup of tea on the coffee table as Agnes hung up her coat.
“Interesting…”
“Oh?” Laura
looked up from the book she was reading.
“Yes - an old
friend of mine from my Oxford days came to see me and we went out to lunch.”
“So what
happened?” Miley sat on the carpet.
“Well we talked
a bit about old times, but she also asked my opinions on several other
matters.”
“So it was
work?”
“You could
describe it as that yes Laura darling.”
Agnes sat down and took a sip from the cup.
“And we shouldn’t
ask too many questions eh?” Miley’s eyes twinkled.
“You are learning
girls,” Aggie smiled, “anyway how did your lessons go?”
“Laura is
teachers pet.” Miley smiled as she hit
her sister on the arm,
“Am not.”
“You are Laura,
Miss Simmonds practically gave you a star for your homework.”
“Well,” Laura
said with a smile, “I like maths, and I’m starting to understand what she’s
saying.”
“You are doing
better than I am Big Sis.”
“From the
reports I’m getting you are both trying hard and doing well,” Aggie sipped her
tea. “Your father and I both think you are doing wonderfully. Now, what shall we have for dinner?”
7.30 pm Local Time
Somewhere in Botswana
“We are getting
close to your drop-off point girls,” Leader shouted at the women in the back of
the truck. “If any of you want to quit tell me and I will return you all to
camp?”
Quickly Maisha
looked at the other three to check if anyone was having second thoughts, but
all she could see in each pair of eyes was a determined resolution to do this.
Inwardly Maisha
assessed herself, and her achievements since she’d come to the Sisters camp.
She knew that if only they could both see her right now that Aunt Shirley, and
Uncle John would be proud of her. She’s learned both extra self-reliance, and
confidence, but she’d also learned that being a Sister was also all about being
part of a team.
She glanced
again at Anouska, Kiri, and Amber. For however long it took to complete the
test they had to think, and act, as a single unit, that was only as strong as its
weakest link. Inwardly Maisha hoped that despite her current confidence, that
when under pressure, she wouldn’t be that weak link
“Alright
everyone out,” Maisha realised that Leader was banging on the side of the
truck. She’s been so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn’t realized they’d
reached their starting point.
“Okay everyone
make sure you have all your kit, you don’t want to make this even harder by
leaving anything behind,” Leader warned the trainees as they climbed out and
started to put their packs on.
“We are ready,”
Kiri said as she looked round.
“Good – you
have your map, your compass, supplies and your first checkpoint. We will see you on your return, and look
forward to the celebration. For the
Heart and the Strength.”
“For the Heart
and the Strength,” Maisha said with the other three, as Leader got into the
truck and it left them.
“Okay we are
here,” Anouska looked at the map they’d been given before Leader and the truck
drove away. “We have to check in at these three points, and then that final
walk back to camp.”
“May I look?”
“Be my guest
Blessing.”
Maisha studied
the map and looked round. “This first
check point - if we head straight there then we will run out of water. We need to
detour to that spring and fill up first.”
“That’s how I
read it,” Kiri took the map.
“They couldn’t
make it straightforward and easy?” Amber laughed.
“Easy isn’t the
sisters’ way,” Maisha retrieved her compass and tried to get a bearing.
“Well?”
“That
direction,” Maisha pointed, “we keep up a decent speed we can probably camp at
the spring tonight.”
7 pm BST
Chelsea
“Is she out
there Helga?”
“Yes she is
Shirley.”
Shirley looked
out over the river and whispered “She’s going to be okay isn’t she?”
“Don’t worry
please. Maisha is one of the very best trainees we’ve ever had, the women she’s
with are all well able to do this, and she will be fine.”
“I know,”
Shirley took a breath, “but in all but name she’s my daughter, and I guess like
all mothers - I’m worried.”
“I understand
perfectly, but at this moment it looks like they are doing just right,
according to the watcher they are heading for a spring where they need to take
on water, and where they might be able to kill some game.”
“Is that what
they are supposed to do?”
“It’s the best
option if I can put it that way.”
“So when will
they get to their first checkpoint?”
“It should be mid morning tomorrow.”
“Will you be
able to ring me after that and tell me how she’s doing please?”
“I can try,”
Teacher laughed, “and yes Madame you are definitely showing the classic signs of
a nervous parent.”
“I know – I
know,” Shirley said quietly as there was a knock on the door.
“Shirley? Our guests have arrived.”
“We will talk
tomorrow, Helga,” Shirley said as she ended the call, and went to join John.
8 pm Local Time
Botswana
"The
spring is in that string of low ridges," Anouska pointed to the horizon as
the girls made the most of the rapidly fading light to cover as much ground as
possible.
"I figure
about another 50 minutes walking," Kiri glanced at the map,
"Yep about
three clicks," Maisha paused, "we have to search in the dark, but we
can do this...Right?"
"Right,"
the other three responded.
"Tomorrow
we will try and find our campsite a little earlier, make it a little easier on
ourselves."
"I agree Amber,"
Anouska smiled, "but you know that they deliberately dropped us off late
like this to see how we coped in the dark?"
"Yebo."
"At least
we will have moonlight."
"That's
true Blessing."
8 pm
Chelsea
“It must be
quiet here at the moment with Maisha away,” Yvonne said as she sat across from
Shirley at the dinner table. Both women
were wearing blouses and slacks, while John and Tom were wearing polo shirts
and dark trousers.
“It is – but I
talked to her earlier, and she is learning and enjoying so much,” Shirley said
as she poured some more wine into Yvonne’s glass. “She should be back by the end of next week,
if not before.”
“So is this for
the Duke of Edinburgh award?”
“No, not
really,” John said, “one of the charities our friend Charlotte van der Byl supports runs this outwards bound course in Africa, and
Maisha asked if she could attend. By all
accounts, she is enjoying herself immensely.”
“Indeed,”
Yvonne said, “but never mind them – is it true there is a wedding coming up for
both of you?”
“It is – before
Christmas in New York.”
“Even with the
new President elected by then?”
“Well,
technically Obama will still be president then,” John said with a smile. “Have you been following the news?”
“I have,”
Joanna said quietly, “so much hatred…”
“Well, we did
see something like that over the summer here, albeit on a smaller scale,”
Shirley said as she ate some more food.
“True,” Tom
said quietly, “but it was Boris and others – do you think Trump is actually
sane?”
“Let me put it
this way,” John said as he put his knife and fork down. “When George W was elected in 2000, many
thought he was a simpleton, based on the way he talked and acted.”
“Did you,”
Joanna said as he looked over.
“No – like some
people, I felt he was not an idiot, but he did have difficulty in expressing
himself. There was a theory, which has
never been denied he is a dyslexic, and does have trouble processing and
expressing himself.”
“Possible,” Tom
said as he looked at Shirley, “and Trump?”
“Those I know who
have met him,” Shirley said quietly, “do not believe he has the emotional
capacity, or the intellectual in some areas, but he is speaking a language that
speaks to the disaffected in America – and I fear, like here, the level of
complacency in the political leaders is so high thy cannot see what is coming,
and act to stop it. The debate on Sunday
should be most interesting…”
“So do you
support the Republicans plans for huge tax cuts Shirley?”
“Yes and no
Tom,” Shirley collected her thoughts. “My US subsidiaries run at a very healthy
profit, and both my corporation, and myself personally, do certainly pay a
large amount in taxes.”
“So speaking
personally you are in favour?”
“You mean would
I like to keep more of what we earn? Then of course,” Shirley smiled, “but
wearing my other hat as a concerned human being, then I say that given the huge
US budget deficit, and the huge squeeze on both the social security net, and
the environment, that the Republicans will likely attempt to pay for the cuts,
then that faint liberalism in me says no perhaps the money we pay as tax is
better being used by government.”
“How did I
guess that you were a closet middle-of-the-roader Shirley?” Yvonne laughed
lightly.
“Well in
Britain I am, but I go certain places in the US and say what I just said then
they’ll call me a damn communist.”
“Really?”
“They would
Tom,” John shook his head, “out there in the American heartland it truly is a
different country to the one represented by the big cities like New York.”
“How can it be
like that – I mean…”
“It’s a big
country Yvonne. Shall we have our coffee
in the drawing room?”
“I’ll bring it
in,” John said as they all stood and made their way through.
“Well I envy
you being able to live in both places so to speak,” Yvonne followed Shirley
into the drawing room, “I love New York.”
“When we can
arrange it you’ll have to come stay with Shirley and me then,” John answered as
he and Tom followed the ladies, John carrying a tray with the coffee.
“I think we’d
both like that.”
“Good,” John
walked over to the drinks cabinet, “now what can I offer you?”
“Brandy for me
please darling,” Shirley said as she sat down on the sofa with Yvonne.
“I think we
will both have the same,” Yvonne smiled.
“Is that a
single malt John?”
“Not quite,”
John said as he poured brandy into the glasses and passed them over, before
opening the decanter, “it’s at least eighty years old. Some of the legendary Curragh Park whisky –
try it.”
Tom took the
glass and swirled it round, before he took a sip. “Wonderful stuff – thank you John. So what plans do you both have?”
“Far too many,
and far too little time to do them in,” John laughed heartily as he sat down.
“Oh?”
“Yes we have
somehow to juggle planning our wedding whilst also doing everything else.”
“That’s the
problem with you both leading such full lives,” Yvonne sipped her drink.
“Well, we have
the venue, and the man who will marry us – and I have my Maids of Honour
selected – John?”
“Oh I need to
ask my best man – when I get the chance…”
“Do you believe
that we all have to play the game of life according to a rule book Shirley?”
“Alright where
the hell did that question come from?” Shirley asked herself internally.
“You know that’s
not something I’m sure I’ve ever really thought about…why do you ask Tom?”
“He’s asking
because that’s one of his standard ‘bombs’ he likes to throw into conversation
to stir up some debate and argument,” Yvonne laughed, “my husband loves to
throw that sort of thing out there and then sit and watch how people respond.
If you don’t want to answer Shirley, then don’t.”
“Actually,”
Shirley said as she sat back, “it’s quite an interesting question.”
“Thank you
Shirley,” Tom laughed as well, “and despite what Yvonne says I am genuinely
interested in what you think.”
“If I can
interrupt,” John looked serious, “I personally think that life might be a whole
lot duller if everyone simply did what was expected of them and kept to a firm
rule book.”
“What’s your
opinion Shirley,” Yvonne crossed her legs, “if we are going to talk about this
I’m interested in what you say.”
“Well given
that Agnes McAdam is one of my best friends, and how much I admire Sue
Gresham-Fox, can I start by saying that not playing by the rules doesn’t
necessarily make you a bad person.”
“True – but you
personally?”
Swirling the
brandy in her glass, Shirley thought for a moment, then said “Let me put it
this way. If you do not have some
guiding principles in your life, then I firmly believe you will flounder and
not succeed. But if you stick too rigidly
to those rules, you cannot adapt and change when you have to. Does that answer your question?”
Tom nodded as
he said “yes – yes it does…”
9 pm Local Time
Botswana
Blessing poked
around at the sticks in the stone circle, smiling as the flames caught and the
twigs started to cackle, and then looking up as Kiri stood.
“Someone’s
coming,” she said quietly, and then relaxed as Anouska came back with the
canteens.
“Managed to
find the streams and refill them,” she said as she put them on a mat. “Amber?”
“I got
something,” the young Kiwi said as she dropped a pair of striped weasels next
to Blessing, then sat down and produced her knife. “Give me a minute to skin and gut them.”
“You are
skilled with the knife,” Blessing said as she watched Amber at work.
“Practiced –
street gangs were one thing, but when we fell afoul of that drug ring, I found
a new use for it. Got some twigs to tie
them to so that we can roast them?”
“Here,” Anouska
said as she sat down, and looked up.
“The sky is clear – we should at least be dry tonight.”
“But cold,”
Blessing said with a smile. “We can warm
ourselves with some tea at least.”
“Tea and roast
meat in the bush – just the way to start an adventure,” Kiri said, the other
women laughing with her.
10 pm BST
Chelsea
“That was a
lovely evening,” John said as he finished his drink, put it on the bedside
table, took off his dressing gown, and climbed into bed.
“Yes it was,
they are a lovely couple,” Shirley lifted her head.
“You were still
a little distracted though my love.”
“Was it that
obvious?”
“To me it was,”
John put his arm round her, “your brain kept drifting off to what is Maisha
doing, and is she alright?”
“I did,”
Shirley sighed, “I know that the whole thing is monitored to ensure safety, but
it still worries me that she’s out there in the bush on the edge of the
Kalahari Desert doing this exercise.”
“And I was the
one who was worried before she started.” John chuckled, “you really are
behaving just as a mother should Shirley. Our daughter will be fine.”
“We both keep
saying and thinking of her as that darling.”
“I know,” John
paused, “maybe it’s time we followed Aggie and Donald’s example with the girls
and did formally adopt Maisha?”
Shirley looked
at John, and said “I think you might be right – maybe we should ask her when
she returns?”
“Why not – good
night,” John said as he kissed Shirley, and turned off the light as Shirley lay
down, thinking things over.
“That was an
interesting evening,” Yvonne said as she sat in the bed, looking at Tom.
“Indeed – but
what do you think?”
“I would not –
she is a strong person, far stronger than the image she projects. I think if she even suspected, she is the
person who would do something about it.”
Tom nodded as
he sat on the bed with her. “So we report
these are not suitable candidates?”
“Indeed – we
will find more – amenable minds elsewhere.
Perhaps the esteemed Foreign Secretary?”
5.30 pm
4th Avenue
The Ashley apartment
“Mom?”
“Yes Poppy,”
Pippa said as her daughter stood by her chair.
“I know you’ve
been asking if I have a theme in mind for my birthday party.”
“Well yes
darling,” Pippa looked up and smiled at her daughter.
“How about we
tell everyone that it has a Doctor Who theme?”
“Now that is
actually an inspired idea.”
“I thought that
it gives the chance for all those who want to get into costume a choice of
things to dress up in, and for those who don’t, enough people dressed perfectly
normally on the show. Do you agree Mom?”
“Actually I do
Poppy darling, and while I’m not sure how big a fan your Gran was of the show
ever, even she can’t do too much to ruin it.”
“That’s sort of
what I’m hoping.”
“By the way you
do know that your Aunt Mary knows most of the living Doctors, plus assistants?”
“I know,” Poppy
laughed, “just tell her not too many surprise guests please Mom?”
“Well I can
try,” Pippa laughed. “You do know your Aunt Grace was actually in a couple of
episodes?”
“She was?”
“Yes,” Pippa
sighed, “it was another one of those things I got unfairly jealous of her for.”
“Which ones?”
“Oh ask her
yourself…”
6.30 pm
4th Avenue
“She wants what
darling?” Amelia Ashley said as Pippa
looked at the telephone.
“You heard me
Mother, she wants a Doctor Who themed party.”
“Actually Our
Pippa we maybe should have thought of that ourselves,” Maggie’s voice came out
of the speaker.
“It does sort
of fit the fact that she hid that she was a ‘closet’ nerd.”
“Exactly.”
“So a party
with this theme, what can I do to help?” Amelia asked.
“At this moment
I can honestly say I haven’t got a clue Mum. I’ll know more I guess when I find
a suitable venue.”
“Well if you need
some money to hire somewhere Philippa…”
“I know Mum,”
Pippa broke in, “but I’m not exactly short of brass myself nowadays.”
“Eeeee you sound just like your father talking like that
Pip,” Margaret laughed, “complete with the Leeds accent.”
“True – but
seriously Mum, let me see where it is going to be first. In the meantime, Aunt Maggie, I need a
favour.”
“Oh – and that
is?”
“Can you have a
word with Stephen Moffat, see if he can sort out a
gift or something?”
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