The Devil's Poetry by Louise Cole

Author:Louise Cole [Cole, Louise]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kindle Press
Published: 2017-06-12T22:00:00+00:00

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Scarman tested the weight of his weapon. With any luck, he wouldn’t need to use it. It didn’t worry him one way or the other, but he wanted this to be so fast, so effective they wouldn’t need to fight. He leaned his back against the wall and waited for a signal.

Soon. Very soon. Everyone was in position. Including the girl.

Chapter 13

Cardinal Henry Campbell ushered his guest into the small, fire-lit room and grasped his hand warmly.

“My friend, Aadil,” Henry said. “I have not seen you for over a decade. I trust you are well.”

The Saudi Arabian intelligence officer smiled. “I am, your eminence. Thank you.”

Henry inclined his head slightly. “Dare I ask what brings you all the way from Washington?”

The two men sank into deep armchairs by the fire.

“They are going to try again,” said Aadil.

“To what end? India-Pakistan?”

“I would imagine so, Henry.” He paused. “The Order of Sumer must be stopped. We have failed too often.”

Henry flapped a hand. “Aadil, you know as well as I that if we could identify the leaders of the Order of Sumer, they would have been stopped long before now. Their secrecy has defeated your intelligence services and even the Vatican’s resources. And we have had the ear of presidents.”

“Perhaps we do not need the leaders. My office has identified one of their operatives.”

“How?”

“Circuitous routes, my friend, circuitous routes. We are sure this woman is one of them. She has no visible means of income or any employment history, and yet her flight to the UK was paid for by a certain Washington law firm.” He laid a photo of a blonde woman on the table. “She is traveling as Ella Thompson. She entered the country at Heathrow three days ago and rented a Porsche.” He paused. “We have traced the car to North Yorkshire.”

Henry didn’t ask how. GPS, license plate recognition—there were many ways to track cars. It was unimportant. He felt his throat tighten. “Dear God. North Yorkshire. That’s where the McKennas . . .”

“You know Callie McKenna?”

Henry shook his head. “Not personally. I knew her mother.”

“Yes. You see why I am concerned?”

Henry sank his head into his hands. He was lost in thought for a moment, and then his head snapped up. “These peace talks must succeed, Aadil. Perhaps we should stay out of it.”

“Yes, they must succeed. By the righteous efforts of the politicians and diplomats in the negotiations. India and Pakistan must see reason, but this . . . this would be an abomination.” Aadil stood and rested his hand on the mantelpiece. “We are both men of God. We know no good comes from evil. This Order seeks to enforce US foreign policy with the Devil’s own instrument.”

Henry quirked an eyebrow. “I would suggest they enforce no one’s policy but their own. I am not concerned with the politics, more the . . . other consequences.” He sighed. “It is an evil day when one must choose between sacrificing men and women in war or sacrificing them to stop war.

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