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only that? All three of us?”
Gray offered a
smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Small steps—”
“Yeah,”
finished Jack. “Time. I know, mukka.” His gaze saddened. “We all
need it. Hm... who was on the phone?”
“Hm?”
“Just.” Jack
thumbed back to Gray’s mobile.
“Work,” said
Gray.
After a brief
glance back, Jack nodded. “You... you just stay safe, okay?” Then
he was gone.
Giving a rub at
his jaw, Gray looked over at his shaving kit, then his phone. An
investigation into Ryan Keal from the SSTP was something he didn’t
need. Not today. He rubbed at his head as he got out of the
shower.
Chapter
7 Missing
Persons
After the usual
security checks and body search needed to get into MI5 Headquarters
at Thames House, Gray slipped his jacket back on and made his way
up to his office, offering the occasional smile that seemed to have
more people frowning at him and offering a slight nod, but nothing
more.
Rachel
was already tucked neatly behind her desk, sorting through the
documents that had been given priority for the day. Hearing the
door ease open, she glanced up, giving Gray the once-over despite
the checks that had already gone on downstairs. Late twenties, she
came smartly dressed in a crisp, white short-sleeved blouse and
suit trousers, the latter short slim-lined enough to turn a few
conservative eyebrows in public, and probably get the blood pumping
in private. Long brown hair was tied tightly away from her
perfect
Oil of
Olay
face, and big
green eyes finished the killer look. But Gray employed her for her
management skills, her two years in the field, her uncanny ability
to tell the difference between bureaucracy bullshit and field-op
priorities.
“The
district-general would like you in his office by 9:00 a.m. for a
meeting with the SSTP.” She handed over a file. “This also came
through for you, marked Restricted Circulation.”
Gray looked
over the file. “Let Andrews know I want to see him in ten
minutes.”
She watched him
for a moment. “That meeting with the district-general is marked as
a priority.”
Gray handed her
the file back. “Pass on my apologies to Stuart for any
inconvenience caused by Reignfold’s visit. Give Reignfold my
apologies too.”
Rachel scanned
the file, then raised a brow. “A PIIC... and delivered this
morning? Sir Stuart Worthington will be relieved. He has a COBRA
meeting at ten thirty.”
“Then fax that
through with the Restricted Circulation notice. Also, nice of you
to offer to get me a coffee from the cafeteria in about... five
minutes.”
“Oh?” She eased
back a touch. “You need coffee in... five minutes, sir?”
“I have a
feeling a nice gent by the name of Mr Reignfold will be down there
then, needing coffee.”
“In five
minutes?”
“Find out what
intel he’s after. See if you can get a name other than Logan Keal
on who sent him here. SSTP members come in twos, so if they put
their heads together, make sure you breathe discreetly enough on
their throats to listen so that they question their own
sexuality.”
Rachel smiled
and pulled up a ministerial file off the computer. She sat studying
Reignfold’s image. “I need a coffee anyway, sir. Oh....” She handed
over a slip of paper. “This came from Grantham. He’s the field
operative working the Bhasin case.”
“Thank you.”
Gray frowned as he read the note. “Tell Andrews to be here in five
minutes, not ten.” He headed into his office, taking Grantham’s
note with him. He didn’t need to be there for the district-general
to ask the Security Service Tribunal panel to take the hint and let
sleeping whores lie. The PIIC would do its job and ensure they
wouldn’t return and no doubt gnaw bone-deep into those who pushed
Logan Keal for playing time. Rachel would do her best to find out
who sent it. That just left the private matter of Jack’s mother to
wrap up this morning.
A knock came at
the door, forcing Gray to cast a distracted look away
Gray offered a
smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Small steps—”
“Yeah,”
finished Jack. “Time. I know, mukka.” His gaze saddened. “We all
need it. Hm... who was on the phone?”
“Hm?”
“Just.” Jack
thumbed back to Gray’s mobile.
“Work,” said
Gray.
After a brief
glance back, Jack nodded. “You... you just stay safe, okay?” Then
he was gone.
Giving a rub at
his jaw, Gray looked over at his shaving kit, then his phone. An
investigation into Ryan Keal from the SSTP was something he didn’t
need. Not today. He rubbed at his head as he got out of the
shower.
Chapter
7 Missing
Persons
After the usual
security checks and body search needed to get into MI5 Headquarters
at Thames House, Gray slipped his jacket back on and made his way
up to his office, offering the occasional smile that seemed to have
more people frowning at him and offering a slight nod, but nothing
more.
Rachel
was already tucked neatly behind her desk, sorting through the
documents that had been given priority for the day. Hearing the
door ease open, she glanced up, giving Gray the once-over despite
the checks that had already gone on downstairs. Late twenties, she
came smartly dressed in a crisp, white short-sleeved blouse and
suit trousers, the latter short slim-lined enough to turn a few
conservative eyebrows in public, and probably get the blood pumping
in private. Long brown hair was tied tightly away from her
perfect
Oil of
Olay
face, and big
green eyes finished the killer look. But Gray employed her for her
management skills, her two years in the field, her uncanny ability
to tell the difference between bureaucracy bullshit and field-op
priorities.
“The
district-general would like you in his office by 9:00 a.m. for a
meeting with the SSTP.” She handed over a file. “This also came
through for you, marked Restricted Circulation.”
Gray looked
over the file. “Let Andrews know I want to see him in ten
minutes.”
She watched him
for a moment. “That meeting with the district-general is marked as
a priority.”
Gray handed her
the file back. “Pass on my apologies to Stuart for any
inconvenience caused by Reignfold’s visit. Give Reignfold my
apologies too.”
Rachel scanned
the file, then raised a brow. “A PIIC... and delivered this
morning? Sir Stuart Worthington will be relieved. He has a COBRA
meeting at ten thirty.”
“Then fax that
through with the Restricted Circulation notice. Also, nice of you
to offer to get me a coffee from the cafeteria in about... five
minutes.”
“Oh?” She eased
back a touch. “You need coffee in... five minutes, sir?”
“I have a
feeling a nice gent by the name of Mr Reignfold will be down there
then, needing coffee.”
“In five
minutes?”
“Find out what
intel he’s after. See if you can get a name other than Logan Keal
on who sent him here. SSTP members come in twos, so if they put
their heads together, make sure you breathe discreetly enough on
their throats to listen so that they question their own
sexuality.”
Rachel smiled
and pulled up a ministerial file off the computer. She sat studying
Reignfold’s image. “I need a coffee anyway, sir. Oh....” She handed
over a slip of paper. “This came from Grantham. He’s the field
operative working the Bhasin case.”
“Thank you.”
Gray frowned as he read the note. “Tell Andrews to be here in five
minutes, not ten.” He headed into his office, taking Grantham’s
note with him. He didn’t need to be there for the district-general
to ask the Security Service Tribunal panel to take the hint and let
sleeping whores lie. The PIIC would do its job and ensure they
wouldn’t return and no doubt gnaw bone-deep into those who pushed
Logan Keal for playing time. Rachel would do her best to find out
who sent it. That just left the private matter of Jack’s mother to
wrap up this morning.
A knock came at
the door, forcing Gray to cast a distracted look away
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