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A DEVIL IS WAITING

 

A
LSO BY
J
ACK
H
IGGINS

 

The Judas Gate
The Wolf at the Door
A Darker Place
Rough Justice
The Killing Ground
Without Mercy
Dark Justice
Bad Company
Midnight Runner
Keys of Hell
Edge of Danger
Day of Reckoning
Pay the Devil
The White House Connection
Flight of Eagles
The President’s Daughter
Year of the Tiger
Drink with the Devil
Angel of Death
Sheba
On Dangerous Ground

 

Thunder Point
Eye of the Storm
The Eagle Has Flown
Cold Harbor
Memories of a Dance-Hall Romeo
A Season in Hell
Night of the Fox
Confessional
Exocet
Touch the Devil
Luciano’s Luck
Solo
Day of Judgment
Storm Warning
The Last Place God Made
A Prayer for the Dying
The Eagle Has Landed
The Run to Morning
Dillinger
To Catch a King
The Valhalla Exchange

 
 

                     
J
ACK
H
IGGINS

 

               
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Higgins, Jack, date.
A devil is waiting / Jack Higgins.
p.        cm.
EISBN: 9781101554050
1.  United States. President—Fiction.  2.  Americans—England—Fiction.  
3.  Terrorism—Fiction.  4.  London (England)—Fiction.  1.  Title.
PR6058.I343D48    2012            2011039496
823.914—dc23

Printed in the United States of America

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BOOK DESIGN BY AMANDA DEWEY

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Where there is a sin
A devil is waiting

                                                     —
IRISH PROVERB

For Tessa-Gaye Coleman

 

Night & Day,

 

You Are the One

 
Table of Contents
 

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Epilogue

 
ONE
 

I
t was late afternoon on Garrison Street, Brooklyn, as Daniel Holley sat at the wheel of an old Ford delivery truck, waiting for Dillon. There were parked vehicles, but little evidence of people.

Rain drove in across the East River, clouding his view of the coastal ships tied up to the pier that stretched ahead. A policeman emerged from an alley a few yards away, his uniform coat running with water, cap pulled down over his eyes. He banged on the truck with his nightstick.

 

Holley wound down the window. “Can I help you, Officer?”

 

“I should imagine you could, you daft bastard,” Sean Dillon told him. “Me being wet to the skin already.”

 

He scrambled in and Holley said, “Why the fancy dress? Are we going to a party?”

 

“Of a sort. You see that decaying warehouse down there with the sign saying ‘Murphy & Son—Import-Export’?”

 

“How could I miss it? What about it?” Holley took out an old silver case, extracted two cigarettes, lit them with a Zippo,
and passed one over. “Get your lips round that, you’re shaking like a leaf. What’s the gig?”

 

Dillon took a quick drag. “God help me, but that’s good. Ferguson called me from Washington and told me to check the place out, but not to do anything till I got a call from him.” He glanced at his watch. “Which I’m expecting just about now.”

 

“How kind of him to think of us. Brooklyn in weather like this is such a joy,” Holley told him, and at that moment, Dillon’s Codex sounded.

 

He switched to speaker and General Charles Ferguson’s voice boomed out. “You’ve looked the place over, Dillon?”

 

“As much as I could. Two cars outside it, that’s all. No sign of life.”

 

“Well, life there undoubtedly is. I made an appointment by telephone for you, Daniel, with Patrick Murphy. Your name is Daniel Grimshaw, and you’re representing a Kosovo Muslim religious group seeking arms for defense purposes.”

 

“And who exactly is Murphy and what’s it all about?” Holley asked.

 

“As you two well know, several dissident groups, all IRA in one way or another, have raised their ugly heads once again. The security services have managed to foil a number of potentially nasty incidents, but luck won’t always be on their side. You’ll remember the incident in Belfast not long ago when a bomb badly injured three policemen, one of whom lost his left arm. Since then another policeman has been killed by a car bomb.”

 

“I heard about that,” Dillon said.

 

“Police officers are having to check under their cars again, just like in the bad old days, and some of them are finding explosive devices. We can’t have that. And there’s more. Attempts have started again to smuggle arms into Ulster. Last week, a trawler called the
Amity
tried to land a cargo on the County Down coast and was sighted by a Royal Navy gunboat. The crew did a runner and haven’t been caught, but I’ve firm evidence that the cargo of assorted weaponry originated with Murphy & Son.”

 

“Was your source MI5?”

 

“Good Lord, no. You know how much the security services hate us. The Prime Minister’s private army, getting to do whatever we want, as long as we have the Prime Minister’s warrant. At least that’s what they think. They just don’t appreciate how necessary our services are in today’s world—”

 

Holley cut in. “Especially when we shoot people for them.”

 

“You know my attitude on that,” Ferguson said.

 

“Getting back to Murphy & Son, why not get the FBI to handle them? We are in New York, after all.”

 

“I’d rather not bother our American cousins. This comes from Northern Ireland, and that’s our patch. Part of the UK.”

 

“I’ve always thought that was part of the problem,” Dillon said with a certain irony. “But never mind. What do you want us to do?”

 

“Find out who ordered the bloody weapons in the first place, and I don’t want to hear any crap about some Irish American with a romantic notion about the gallant struggle for Irish freedom.”

 

“Lean on them hard?” Holley asked.

 

“Daniel, they’re out to make a buck selling weapons that kill people.” He was impatient now. “I couldn’t care less what happens to them.”

 

“Wonderful,” Dillon told him. “You’ve appointed us to be public executioners.”

 

“It’s a bit late in the day to complain about that,” Ferguson told him. “For both of you. What do they say in the IRA? Once in, never out?”

 

“Funny,” Holley said. “We thought that was your motto. But never mind. We’ll probably do your dirty work for you again. We usually do. How do you want them? Alive or dead?”

 

“We’re at war, Daniel. Remember the four bastards who raped your young cousin to death in Belfast? They were all members of a terrorist organization. You shot them dead yourself. Are you telling me you regret what you did?”

 

“Not for a moment. That’s the trouble.”

 

Dillon said, “Leave him alone, Charles, he’ll do what has to be done. Have you seen the President yet?”

 

“No, I’m sitting here in the Hay-Adams with Harry Miller, looking out over the terrace at the White House, waiting for the limousine to deliver us to the Oval Office. We’ve prepared to brief him on the security for his visit to London on Friday, all twenty-four hours of it. As far as I can tell, we’ve got everything locked down, including his visit to Parliament and the luncheon reception on the terrace.”

 

“Westminster Bridge to the left, the Embankment on the far side,” Dillon said.

 

“Yes, you’ve got experience with the terrace, haven’t you?” Ferguson said. “Anyway, the Gulfstream is standing by, ready
and waiting, so the moment I’m free, it’s off to New York for this UN reception at the Pierre. I want you two there, too.”

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