The Spy by James Phelan

Author:James Phelan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FIC031010 Fiction / Thrillers / Crime
Publisher: Quercus

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Pip Durant took two pain-killers and phoned Bellamy from his hire car. The call came in over the car’s radio speakers, the voice loud and clear.

Bellamy said, “You okay?”

Durant turned the volume down, said, “Yes.”

“You okay?”

“Yes.”

“You sound like shit. All nasally.”

“Busted nose, cheekbone and eye socket will do that.”

“You should be resting, recuperating. I want you to be there with me in New York.”

“I’ve got a little work to do first,” Durant replied. “And I’ll be there. I’m always there when you need me. Heller too. I’m that guy, aren’t I? Dependable.”

“Yeah, you’re that guy.” Bellamy paused, then said, “I heard about the trouble at the safe house.”

“Yeah . . .” Durant replied, wary.

“You shouldn’t have been there,” Bellamy said.

“I heard of the Walker sighting and hauled ass—I wasn’t gonna miss out on that.”

“You could have been killed by the guys we sent in.”

“I know. In a weird way I should be thankful that Walker took me down, because it meant that I was left alone by your team.”

“Like I said, I didn’t know you were going to be there.”

“Field operations move quickly. That’s why you need guys like me and Heller driving things like this. You worry about your upcoming IPO and pressing political flesh and all that.”

“Yeah, well, now there’s a lot of interest in you,” Bellamy said. “An FBI guy went to Heller asking questions about Walker, and your name came up.”

“So?”

“Just disappear for a bit. You’ve done enough. Hang in the hotel in Manhattan and enjoy the show.”

“Fuck you disappear,” replied Durant. “I’m part of this, a big part.”

Another pause from Bellamy. Then he said, “All right. We need to find Walker before anyone else does. You can help with that.”

“I’m working on it. I owe him a smashed face.”

“Where would he go?”

“He’s wounded. He’s got only the clothes on his back. He’s on the run.”

“So, where would he go for help?”

“That’s the thing,” Durant said. “The guy’s been a ghost. He could be anywhere.”

“Then think harder. He’s up against it. Maybe he knows we piggybacked trading info on the Agency’s courier network.”

“So he’ll be headed to Hong Kong.”

“Better he’s held up there than New York,” said Bellamy.

“My point is, he has to travel internationally.”

“There’s a lot of heat on him; we’re not the only ones looking for him. He’ll need iron-clad travel docs.”

“A guy like Walker could get documents anywhere.”

“But he won’t, not when there’s this kind of heat on him, because he’s a pro. He doesn’t trust just anyone.”

“Was a pro,” corrected Durant.

“By the by. He won’t take unnecessary risks. You worked with him all that time. Where would he turn for help?”

Durant paused, then said, “There’s a guy you could check in on. A guy he used to look up to, like a father. Marty Bloom. Retired spook from way back, lives in Europe someplace. Trained Walker in the early days. Recruited him in Kabul back in the Afghan war, when Walker was still a DoD boy. The way I heard it, he

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