‘Do you know her name, where she was from? Perhaps you could track her down, support each other.’
She seemed not to hear this. ‘He always wanted to be in the Army. From when he was a little boy. It was his dream.’
‘Mine too,’ said Tom.
She looked up. ‘And did you fulfil your dream?’
’I’ve been very lucky.’
‘Nurul’s father wouldn’t allow it. He told him that after Nine/Eleven, they wouldn’t take Muslims. I knew that wasn’t true but you couldn’t argue with my husband. He died a few years back.’ She bowed her head and shook silently as more tears came.
‘Do you know where he was living? Nurul.’
She sniffed. ‘The last time I saw him, he had overalls on. He said then he’d been working at a garage in Hatfield.’ She shook her head as if that, too, was mystifying.
‘Was that with the girlfriend or any others, do you know?’
She was looking past Tom. He turned. Rolt was standing in the doorway. For a fraction of a second Tom felt a stab of pure hatred towards him, but he checked himself and made a mental note to be ready to show unswerving loyalty at least for now.
‘Thank you, Tom. Mrs al-Awati, I’m so sorry I’m late. It’s unforgivable.’
‘It is most considerate of you to invite me.’
‘It’s very courageous of you to accept the invitation.’
‘I’ll leave you to it.’ Tom put out his hand. ‘I’m glad to have met you. Again, I’m very sorry for the loss of your son.’
She took his hand and gave him a thin smile. He watched her and Rolt go down the corridor together. Rolt held out an arm is if to guide her along, then retracted it.
Phoebe came out of another door. ‘He’ll only be five minutes or so. He just wants the picture.’
‘Did you get any of that?’
‘Mm. I texted Woolf about the garage.’
It didn’t take Rolt long to dispense with the mother of the man who had allegedly bombed the Invicta hostel. A four-minute chat, a flurry of camera flashes and it was all over. By the time Tom entered Rolt’s office she was gone and he was shouting down the phone. As soon as he saw Tom he finished the call. ‘That fuckwit. He’s so going to regret this.’
‘What’s happened?’
The prime minister had refused to meet him. This was the first time Tom had seen him angry.
‘With the state of his popularity you’d think he’d have more sense.’
‘Perhaps he’ll listen to his cabinet secretary. You two seemed to be getting on pretty well the other night.’
Rolt frowned, as if his memory of their recent encounter at Hugh’s club had been obscured by whatever else had happened to him since. Then he brightened. ‘Ah, yes, at least he’s got some clarity about him. And the way things are going, probably a more useful ally in the long term.’
‘Can’t he get you in with the PM?’
Rolt shook his head. The PM’s stonewalling had evidently stung him deeply. ‘You know what? Fuck him. I’m part of the future, he’s not.’
There was something messianic about his gaze, deluded and disturbing.
‘That was a bold move, inviting Mrs al-Awati.’
Rolt sighed. ‘Well, we don’t want to completely alienate the Muslim community. And I had her thoroughly checked out first. She’s a GP — almost one of us, really.’
‘It’s strange, isn’t it?’ said Tom. ‘You’d assume that suicide bombers are poor and unemployed, with no hope and so forth, yet a lot of them come from decent backgrounds, which makes understanding it all the harder.’
‘Well, if things work out as planned we won’t need to be worrying about suicide bombers soon.’ He grinned. ‘So you were impressed with Skip and his vision for the future? I was worried you might be alarmed by it.’
Don’t overdo it, Tom told himself. ‘Well, it’s a bit 1984 when you first hear it, but it’s hard to argue against. The challenge is how you follow through, once you’ve isolated the people you want to move.’
Rolt moved to a sideboard and a tray of drinks. ‘What’ll you have?’
‘Not for me, thanks.’
Rolt raised his glass. ‘To order out of chaos. Who was it said that people don’t want to be free but safe?’
Tom didn’t know, but he tried to look as though he endorsed the sentiment.
‘You made a hell of an impression on Stutz. He certainly put you through your paces, I gather. And now we know what you’re capable of…’
Stutz had clearly briefed him about Jefferson. And since they both knew what he was talking about, Tom couldn’t resist the direct question that might take him closer to what he needed to find out.
‘You going to ask me to do more of the same?’
‘God, no, I’ve got far more expendable people who can take care of things like that for us, should the need arise. It’s the loyalty that matters and you more than passed that test.’
There was a manic gleam in his eyes. They had crossed a line. But who were the expendable people? Were the hostel victims expendable? Tom tried another tack. ‘After what happened at the hostel, I imagine a good few of those lads on the Invicta campus wouldn’t half like a chance to get stuck into some serious revenge.’
‘They’re all right as foot soldiers but no more than that. And a lot of them are too winged, or too dim, to be of much use. Something I learned from Stutz, you need professionals all the way. Emotion’s useful but it’s hard to direct.’
Suddenly he veered off the subject — or appeared to. ‘Remember that fight at school? You gave me a damn good hiding.’
‘When I should have been doing my prep. I probably spent more hours in the ring than in the classroom!’
‘And why not? You were damn good. And it was a valuable lesson for me. Afterwards, I promised myself I’d start winning. Had to go to America to learn how to do that, of course. But who would have thought the day would come when you’d be working for me, eh?’
He was basking, gloating almost. Had that really been his motivation? The psychology was interesting — belittling and flattering at the same time.
‘Well, forgive my impatience but I’m used to action. I’m not wired for a lot of waiting around.’
Tom decided he should sound sceptical enough not to alert Rolt’s suspicions that he was being recruited too easily, and keen enough for him to feel that his new team member was going to be a hundred per cent loyal. ‘Look, I have to know exactly what you want from me. If I’m going to be on the team, I need to be clear about what the structure is here and what you’re planning. Basically, I just want to know what I’m letting myself in for.’ He hoped to God he’d judged it about right.
Rolt put an arm round his shoulders and steered him towards one of the huge windows that overlooked the park. ‘It won’t be long before everything gets a lot clearer. It has to get worse before it gets better. The country’s had a couple of shocks, but it’s not enough. We’ve had some outbreaks of violence, a few folk are probably thinking about jumping ship for Spain and wherever, but most people are getting on with their lives, back to business as usual. We need another event, something that will really change the climate — politically speaking.’
We need another event. We. Tom was struck by a terrible realization, so terrible that he had to push it temporarily out of his mind in order to stay in the room. He tried to finish the conversation with his voice level. ‘Well, if there’s a seat, I want in.’
‘Tom, I really applaud your sentiment. But we’ve done our bit on that front for the moment. Stutz’s crew will handle the rest. He has the men and the means. His network — it’s fantastic. He’s got his people in over forty countries, for God’s sake. He’s been prepping them for years.’