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“Why not? This one worked out okay, didn’t it?”
“No, Herbie, it didn’t. You nearly went to prison, and you nearly cost me a quarter of a million dollars.”
“But it worked out okay. Nobody got hurt.”
“That’s not what I call working out okay,” Stone said, “and you’ll never know how close you came to getting hurt by me.”
“I’ll give you a ring next week and see what you’ve got for me,” Herbie said hopefully.
“Herbie, if I ever see or hear from you again, I’m going to have a word with the people who dealt with what happened in that apartment, and they’re going to make sure that you never give anybody a ring again.”
Herbie gulped. “You mean . . .”
Stone nodded gravely. “If I were you, I’d be on the next flight to Saint Thomas, and I’d never come back to New York.”
Herbie backed away from him, nodding, then he turned and ran.
Stone hoped the kid could get to the airport without his help.
25
Marie-Thérèse was awakened at three in the afternoon by the housekeeper. She was in a safe house for a Middle Eastern intelligence service, in Hampstead, a north London suburb.
“He’s here,” the woman said.
“I’ll be down in five minutes,” M-T said. She took a quick shower and, her hair still wet, dressed in Ginger Harvey’s good suit and went down to the dining room, which had been turned into an operations center. Abdul, as he was code-named, sat at a desk, reading his e-mail on a laptop computer. There were three other computers in the room, along with a high-frequency radio and two satellite phones. There was also equipment for encoding messages, plus a special recording device for creating short-burst transmissions that could be transmitted, then expanded by anyone who had the codes and proper equipment.
Abdul looked up from the laptop. “I take it you had to leave New York in a hurry?”
“I had to go before they called in the local authorities. There would have been too many people looking for me. I made sure they knew I left the country.”
“And now?”
“And now I want to go back, preferably today. I need very good cover, and I hope you can help.”
“You’re in luck,” Abdul said, “but you can’t leave until tomorrow.”
“How will I do it?”
“We are infiltrating a young couple into the States. They’re married and have a young child.” He went into a briefcase beside him and took out two passports, handing her one.
“We don’t look at all alike,” she said.
“I’ll put your photograph into her passport now. She’ll travel on the same flight with another passport. You’ll carry the child and sit with the husband.”
“I like it,” M-T said, smiling. “They won’t expect me back so soon, especially not with a child.”
“Are you sure you want to go back now?”
M-T nodded. “Yes, I have unfinished business, and they won’t be looking for me since they know I’ve left the country.”
“You’re very bold,” Abdul said, smiling.
“Sometimes boldness works best.”
Abdul handed her a package. “You’ll need to dye your hair black before I take your new passport photo. Better get started. You’ll find some women’s clothes in a cupboard upstairs. Find something suitable.”
“What time is my flight tomorrow?”
