Quiller Barracuda

'Channel 6,' Monck said. 'Half past nine.'

'Thank you, sir.'

Flick, flick, flick, and the juiciest cheeseburger you ever saw, dripping with some kind of sauce, then lots of them with lots of people with big white glistening teeth all biting into them with the cheese pulled out into strings, fade out, fade in some shadowed cleavage.

'No,' Ferris was saying on the phone, 'but you can leave a signal there. How is Jowett doing?'

'Tench,' I said, 'use that other phone and get me the number for Newsbreak studios, Miami, will you?'

'Jowett?' asked Croder when Ferris had rung off.

'There's no news.' Jowett had run Cocktail into the shit in Sri Lanka.

Knocking on the door. Tench went across and opened it. The security guard and a man in a khaki suit and carrying a worn leather bag, looking around. 'Who's the patient?'

This is Dr Hornby,' Ferris said. Bloody doctors. He must have sent for him. I pulled my shirt up and Hornby came over and looked at the dressing and began loosening it.

Tench asked me if I wanted him to get Newsbreak.

'Yes. I want to leave a message for Erica Cambridge.'

'It's good of you to turn out,' Ferris said, and took a look at the wound.

'I was only mending a rod. Fishing rod. Was it a clean knife, or dirty?'

'I'd say clean.'

'Woman did these? These stitches?'

'Yes.'

'Thought so. Wonderfully drawn. Nurse?'

'Yes.'

'They're underrated, you know.'

'She'd like to meet you.'

Good evening. I'm Erica Cambridge, and these are my views. The violet eyes, the brilliant smile. Shuffling the papers. Yesterday in New Hampshire it looked as if Senator Mathieson Judd was, for the first time, pandering to the dictates of those on his campaign staff who have been trying to persuade him -

'I've got Newsbreak on the line, sir. Her show.'

I took the phone. 'Who is this?'

'Bennie.'

– Has put it, to counterbalance the Republican candidate's serious and perhaps solemn approach to the matter in hand. But in my view, ladies and gentlemen -

I thought she looked a degree nervous, just a degree.

'Bennie, this is Richard Keyes. Ask Miss Cambridge to telephone me, would you, as soon as she comes off the air? She can find me at -'

'She's not here, Mr Keyes.'

'She taped the show tonight?'

'That's right.'

'Look, if she happens to call, give her this number.'

'See me in four days,' Hornby said. 'Here's my card.'

– His respect and regard for the electorate. So what happened in New Hampshire was not rehearsed, was not premeditated. It was real. Some of you were there, I believe.

I thanked Hornby and tucked my shirt in again. Had she met Proctor on that yacht? That would make her nervous, a degree nervous. Unless of course she'd been lying, unless she'd known already that he was there.

I phoned her apartment.

'She's not here, Mr Keyes, I'm sorry.'

'Can you tell me where I can find her?'

'She just went out, that's all I know.'

I left both numbers where she could find me and Ferris picked up the other phone.

Monck told him, 'Ask your people if they saw her come off the cutter.'

'But of course.' The tone acid. Ferris can get touchy when people give the impression he can't think straight.

'We need that woman,' Croder said. 'We need her badly.'

'Yes,' I said.

We'd begun feeling jumpy now, all of us, especially Purdom. When we'd parted company at Kruger Drug last night she'd told me it was vital we got together again as soon as possible and since then she'd gone to 1330 Riverside and she'd gone aboard the yacht out there and if she still wanted to talk to me she might give me the evidence we needed to push Barracuda straight into the end-phase.

'She is our new objective,' Croder said, 'for the mission,' the thin body buried in its clothes, the gaunt head sunk onto the shoulders, the obsidian-black eyes watching me to see if I understood how very important Cambridge had suddenly become to us all.

'If she'll cooperate,' I said.

'We shall do all we can to persuade her.'

The bleak, bright, bare-walled scene of an interrogation cell flashed across my mind, triggered by the word persuade. But of course he didn't mean that. We would approach Erica Cambridge, if we could, with civilised blandishments and exhortations, like the gentlemen we are.

'What time was that?'

Ferris, on the phone.

'You said she uses a bodyguard?' Croder asked me.

'She was using one last night.'

'I need two people,' Ferris said, 'on the Newsbreak building, front and rear, and I want you to keep a watch for her limousine. You've got the number. If she's seen anywhere at any time I want to know immediately, and don't let her out of your sight. This is -'

'Ferris,' Croder said.

'Hold it,' looking across at him.

'If she's not using a bodyguard, tell them to give her protection.'

Ferris repeated that and said it was fully urgent and rang off and then everyone was standing up and Monck said, 'Don't waste any time,' and I tied my shoe-laces and Purdom opened the door and we were on our way out when one of the telephones began ringing.

I went back and picked it up.

'Is Mr Keyes there, please?'

'Speaking.'

'This is Erica Cambridge.' The tone quiet and urgent. 'I'm speaking from the limo. They called me with your message. Why didn't you call me? I waited until noon.'

'I was prevented.' They were all watching me and I gave a slow nod. 'Where can we meet?'

"I'm on my way to the party at the Marina Yacht Club. They're giving it for Senator Judd – that's why I had to tape my show for today. Did you catch it, by any chance?'

'I was at a meeting.'

'I'm sorry you missed it. Some of the things I said were a little different. A lot of things are different now, Mr Keyes. I want to tell you about them. Can you get to the party? You're in Nassau right now, aren't you?'

She knew by the number. 'We need to meet somewhere more private than a yacht club.'

'Afterwards. Look, if you can get here before, say, midnight, you should do that. This is a campaign party and it'll go on till the morning, and there's a man I want you to meet. I'll keep him here as long as I can. It shouldn't be too difficult – he has the hots for me.'

'What's his name?'

'Stylus von Brinkerhoff.'

'I could meet him somewhere privately.'

'It has to be low key, a casual introduction.' A beat, then because I hadn't said anything she went on. 'It's really very important for you to meet him, Mr Keyes. And there are some things I have to tell you. One is you don't need to look for George Proctor any more. You know what I'm saying?'

I didn't like the pressure she'd started to put on me. Or it could be nerves, a touch of apprehension before Barracuda was pushed headlong into a new phase.

'Look, I have to pick someone up and take them along, and I won't be able to talk in front of them. I don't have more than a minute. I'm going to leave you an invitation at the desk of the Marina Yacht Club and you can ask for it there. It's black tie. Mr Keyes, you just don't appreciate how important it is for you to be there tonight. All you have to do is trust me.'

The line went dead and I put the phone down.

'That was Cambridge?' asked Croder.

'Yes.' I filled him in, verbatim.

'How does it strike you?' This was Ferris and he spoke before anyone else could. The ranking here went from Monck through Croder to Ferris and me, but Ferris was my director in the field and the mission was running and it was his sole and sacrosanct responsibility to look after his executive and he was making that quite clear.