“Sir, you’re not suggesting that I call you–” Graham trailed off with a helpless shrug but when he turned to Sabrina for support she was looking down at her feet, struggling not to laugh.
“I’m sure it’s meant as a term of endearment,” Philpott said with a knowing smile. He closed the folder. “That’s all, thank you. You have the rest of the week off but just make sure you have your beepers with you at all times in case something should crop up. Mike, that includes taking it with you to the game tonight.”
“That goes without saying, sir,” Graham replied. “But how did you know I was going to the game?”
“The Giants against the Redskins at Meadowlands? I know you wouldn’t miss that for the world.”
“No, sir,” Graham said with a smile.
“But I still want those outstanding reports on my desk first thing in the morning. I can’t delay the Secretary-General any longer.”
“You’ll have them, sir,” Graham assured him. Philpott activated the sliding door then turned his attention to one of the folders on his desk.
Whitlock touched Graham’s arm as he turned to leave. “Frankie said to tell you he’d ring you sometime and arrange for the two of you to go to a game together.”
“Frankie’s always going to ring me and arrange for us to go to a game together,” Graham replied. “He never does though.”
“Why don’t you ring him today and see if he’s going to the game tonight?” Sabrina said to Graham. “Perhaps we can meet up with him there.”
“Why don’t you ring him?” Graham replied. “You’re a lot closer to him than I am.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she shot back.
“It’s no secret that you’ve been out with Frankie a few times since his divorce came through.”
“Sure I have. But it’s always been a purely platonic friendship.”
“That’s not what Frankie says,” Graham replied.
“Then Frankie’s a goddamn liar,” she snapped angrily. “And you can tell him that when you see him at the game tonight. It would be a shame to waste the spare ticket after all the trouble you’ve gone to to get it.”
She stormed out of the room before Graham could say anything.
“I’m glad to see you haven’t lost your touch while I’ve been away, Mike,” Philpott said, looking up from the folder on his desk. “Still as subtle as ever.”
“You were way out of line there, Mike,” Whitlock said. “You know Frankie and his big mouth. I think you owe Sabrina an apology.”
“OK,” Graham said defensively and hurried from the room. He caught up with Sabrina as she was about to press the button for the lift. “Hey, wait up a minute, will you? Look, I was out of order back there. I’m sorry.”
Her finger hovered over the button then she sighed deeply and let her arm fall to her side. “Frankie was a great UC. One of the best. But he was a completely different person outside work. He had this macho side to his personality that always seemed to surface whenever he was around women. That wasn’t for me. So I stopped seeing him. It’s as simple as that. And now you say he claims that we had something going? It’s really sad that a guy like Frankie has to make up these kind of stories to bolster his own ego.”
“Yeah. But then that’s Frankie for you. I should have known better than to say what I did. I’m sorry.” Graham gave her a questioning look. “You still want to come to the game tonight?”
“Are you going to invite Frankie?”
“Not a chance,” Graham said.
“Then you’re on.” She chuckled to herself. “It would have been a pity if I hadn’t got to see the game after spending three hours over the Atlantic learning about nickel defenses, slot formations, shotguns, sacks and turnovers.”
“You’ll have a good time, you’ll see.”
Whitlock left the UNACO offices and walked over to where they were standing. “Truce?”
“For the moment,” Sabrina replied.
“Talking of truces, have you spoken to Carmen yet?” Graham asked.
“I broke the news to her gently last night. Very gently in fact.”
“And?” Sabrina pressed.
“Well, she didn’t exactly do a jig of delight. But then she didn’t pack her bags and leave either. I think she’s accepted it, albeit reluctantly. I’m taking her out to dinner tonight at her favorite restaurant, Le Chantilly. I’m sure she’ll have something to say about it then.”
“I’m sure she will.”
“Thanks for making me feel better, Sabrina.” Whitlock pressed the button for the lift. “Anyone for a beer over at McFeely’s?”
“You buying?” Graham asked as the lift doors opened onto the floor.
“Why not?” Whitlock replied and followed them into the lift.
Epilogue
Eastman knew exactly where Marsh meant when he had said to meet him at the “usual place” at two that afternoon. A clearing in a remote area of woodland near Chadwell Heath which they had used in the past to meet with informers. He also knew exactly why Marsh wanted to see him …
Marsh’s Toyota MR2 sports car was already there when Eastman arrived. Eastman parked his Rover beside it and got out. A cold wind had whipped up since he’d left home and as he zipped up his blouson he glanced up at the sky. Rain was imminent.
“John?” he called out, digging his hands into his pockets.
Marsh emerged from a cluster of beech trees. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a baggy antique-style leather jacket. He smiled coldly at Eastman. “It’s good to see you, Keith. Thanks for coming.”
“As I said to you on the phone, I was going to call you anyway.”
“Let’s walk,” Marsh said, indicating the trees behind him.
“Sure,” Eastman replied, falling into step behind him. “Have you been reinstated yet?”
“Yesterday. But I doubt Palmer will ever fully trust me again. I think you owe me an explanation, Keith.”
“What has Palmer told you about me?” Eastman asked.
“Nothing. He’s playing it close to the chest. The unit was told that you’d been relieved of your command and that you were no longer a member of the force. It’s all been cloak and dagger stuff as far as we’re concerned.”
“You must know what happened otherwise you wouldn’t be here, would you?” Eastman replied, pausing at the edge of the trees and looking out over the river in front of him.
Marsh moved down to the water’s edge then turned back to look at Eastman. “What’s that supposed to mean? All I know is that you were arrested in Dugaill, questioned by UNACO, then kicked off the force. There’s a major cover-up going on and because you put me in the frame I’m now a part of it. The least you can do is tell me what really happened.”
“Why, so that you can report back to your superiors?” Eastman replied disdainfully.
“Obviously my superiors already know what’s going on, otherwise they wouldn’t have initiated the cover-up in the first place, would they?” Marsh replied, picking up a stone and skimming it across the water.
“I wasn’t talking about those superiors. I was talking about your paymasters in the IRA.”
“What?” Marsh replied in disbelief as his hand slipped inside his jacket.
“Don’t even think it, John,” Eastman replied, pulling a Browning from his pocket.
Marsh swallowed nervously and slowly withdrew his hand. “How did you know?”
“Fiona found out,” Eastman replied, then nodded when he saw the surprise on Marsh’s face. “Oh, I know your recruitment was supposed to have been a closely guarded secret known only to the senior members of the Army Council, but Kieran O’Connell made the mistake of telling Farrell about it. And Fiona had Farrell twisted around her little finger. He told her everything. Pillow talk I believe it’s called.”