Even by Andrew Grant Read Free Book Online

circumstantial evidence. And a recording from an eyewitness. It sounds like a mess, David, quite frankly.”
    “It’s bogus, is what it is.”
    “I know that. But the point is, we’ll have to work a lot harder. Knowing they have that kind of testimony will make you more of a flight risk. And with you being a foreign national, it could be a problem.”
    “Flight risk? What do you mean?”
    “When we ask for bail. The judge won’t agree if it looks like you could run.”
    “Sorry, Tanya—what bail?”
    “To get you out of here. Oh, hold on. Wait a minute. You weren’t going to ask London for . . . ?”
    “Tanya,” I said, nodding toward the observation mirror.
    “Don’t worry,” she said. “They can watch us, but not listen. Not while I’m present. They wouldn’t risk it. So, tell me you weren’t about to mention the d-word?”
    I didn’t answer.
    “You were, weren’t you?” she said. “You were going to ask to be hooked out. From the U.S.A. Are you mad?”
    “Is that a problem?” I said.
    “Don’t you get operational bulletins anymore, David?”
    “Of course.”
    “And do you read them?”
    “Absolutely. Whenever I’m in an office, with nothing better to do.”
    “You don’t, do you? Our people make the effort to put out useful updates so you know what’s what, but do you take any notice? No. You’re still ignoring our advice. Until you’re in trouble. Then you expect us to wave a magic wand.”
    “What’s magic about getting me pulled out? Embarrassing—yes. Heavy on paperwork—yes. But hardly out of the ordinary. I worked with a fellow in Nairobi who got dip-exed from three jobs in a row.Admittedly, he did get canned after the last one, but this is my first time. What’s the problem?”
    “Diplomatic exfiltration may have been common practice in the past. It isn’t now.”
    “Why not?”
    “Does the name David Robinson mean anything to you?”
    “Should it?”
    “Surely you’ve been briefed on this. Didn’t you read . . . Oh, all right, I’ll spell it out. Robinson was a U.S. Marine. He was posted to Grosvenor Square. Last year, just before Christmas, he was picked up by the Met. Charged with indecently assaulting a female student in the toilets of a nightclub in Soho, somewhere. Washington came through. Wanted him pulled out. London refused. Said it was a civilian offense, in civilian premises, while he was off duty. Insisted he stay in the U.K. to stand trial like anyone else.”
    “Seems fair. Did they nail him for it?”
    “It never went to court. Robinson killed himself in jail the night before the hearing.”
    “Good result.”
    “Maybe. But that’s not the point.”
    “What is?”
    “The liaison protocols. Washington tore them up.”
    “But that’s not workable. How can you—”
    “Officially sanctioned operations are still covered. But that’s all.”
    “Problem solved, then. Tell them I was sanctioned.”
    “I can’t do that, David. These guys aren’t fools.”
    “So what do we do?”
    “Go for bail, like I said.”
    “Don’t know. How long will it take?”
    “Depends when your arraignment is. The DA will argue you should stay in custody. We’ll argue you should get bail. Then it’s up to the judge.”
    “What’s the earliest it could be? I’m due back in London tomorrow. I’m on a flight out this afternoon.”
    “David, it’s time for you to face facts. You’re not going to be on that plane. And being late home is the least of your worries. First we have to get you out of here. Then we go to work on your defense. As for the arraignment, I’ll push for an early hearing. Otherwise they’ll move you.”
    “Where to?”
    “A regular jail. They only have holding facilities here.”
    I looked at Tanya, and it was obvious she could tell what I was thinking. We both knew what kind of place she was talking about. Outdated. Overcrowded. Unsanitary. Crawling with degenerate criminals.
    “David, think about this,” she said, reaching