Quiller: The Striker Portfolio by Adam Hall

Author:Adam Hall [Hall, Adam]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery, Thrillers & Suspense, Spies & Politics, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers, Espionage, Literature & Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense
Amazon: B0082CLCQE
Publisher: Spectrum Literary Agency, Inc.
Published: 2012-05-09T00:00:00+00:00

Code-intro for the mission was sapphire needle and we cleared on it and didn't bother with anything else because it was fool-proof: if one of us were under duress we'd slip in the alarm-phrase and take it from there. The only danger was from bugging but he was very good on security and no one could have known I'd show up here.

'I've blown my cover.'

'All right.' There was sleep still in his voice but he'd said it straight away and I knew there'd been no need for any kind of code-intro because only Ferris would say 'all right' without hesitation when you phoned him three hours before dawn to tell him a thing like that. It wasn't the work involved that would upset him - all I wanted were some new papers and something to drive in - but the background inference: you don't blow your own cover unless you've got into a very dodgy position. 'How soon can you fix me up ?'

'It depends where you're going.'

'Nowhere special.'

She had gone into the bedroom and shut the door but she could listen through it if she wanted to and I thought she probably would because the normal thing to do when you've had an accident is to call round at the nearest hospital for bandages and I'd shown up here and fallen all over the floor.

'What happened,' he asked. The sleep had gone from his voice. I didn't answer right away and he said: 'We're all clear.'

The throbbing across the shoulders and chest had set in again because I was standing up. The international-standard belt is designed to take 30g's and the one in the N.S.U. must have absorbed nearly that amount of load and it was a wonder the slack hadn't whiplashed the buckle free. The only thing it hadn't done was to keep my head off the body-shell above the windscreen and the only reason there wasn't any blood was because the visor was padded.

'They got at the contact'

'I see.'

I felt vaguely sorry for him. He'd told me that London wanted to know fully urgent who made contact with Lovett. For a moment I expected him to order a rendezvous. He'd have to do an awful lot of chasing about in the next few hours trying to help London deal with the blown cover thing and he'd probably go down to Linsdorf himself to stop any flap inside the A.I.B., but when half a mission hangs on a stable cover and the other half on getting a contact across and the cover's blown and the contact's dead it's reasonable for the director to ask for a meeting person-to-person if only so that he can tread on his agent's face.

I waited till he said something else. Five minutes ago he'd been asleep and now he was having to do a lot of thinking. And there was the third thing I had to tell him and I didn't want to do it until he'd had a chance to stop reeling.

'Where are you?'

'Where I was last night.

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