Button ran a finger along the last photograph. ‘This one’s a little unusual in that he’s Egyptian and not Pakistani. Riffat Pasha. At least that was the name he used when he claimed political asylum a few years back. He popped back up on the radar when he started posting on a Fundamentalist website, one of those “kill all infidels and we’ll go to Heaven” rant sites. He’s working in a hotel in Mayfair as a kitchen porter.’
‘Why hasn’t he been deported?’
‘Because there’s a whole industry geared up to keeping him here. He’s had a child with a Portuguese woman so if we did try to throw him out of the country his human rights would kick in. Besides, he hasn’t actually done anything yet, other than post inflammatory statements.’
‘Are you thinking his hotel could be the target?’
‘It would make sense. We’re getting someone to take a look at their staff list to see if anyone else there is on our watch list.’ She sat down again. ‘Once we’ve identified all the members of the cell we can put them under surveillance.’
‘What about nipping it in the bud and pulling them in now? The rehearsal has to be evidence of conspiracy, hasn’t it?’
‘We’ve gone in too soon before and it always ends in tears,’ said Button. ‘The cases collapse and the suspects get public sympathy and compensation. We need to catch them in the act, or at least with weapons or explosives.’
‘I wish I had your confidence,’ said Shepherd.
‘Spider, we’ll have them under constant surveillance and as soon as it looks like they’re ready to go we’ll move in. We’ll have all the phone taps we need and we’ll be monitoring emails; we’re also looking to get trackers fixed to the vehicles. We’ve identified four vans dropping off Asians with backpacks, the one Chaudhry and Malik were in and three others. We’re running checks on the vans now, but they were all sold within the last two weeks so we’re not holding out much hope that we’ll be able to trace the new owners. However, we’ll put an all-points alert out on them so fingers crossed we’ll spot the vans somewhere.’
‘Unless they trash the vans and get new ones for the operation.’
‘There’s no need for them to do that,’ said Button. ‘So far as they’re concerned the rehearsal went perfectly. I understand your concerns, but we need to let this run a while longer.’
‘You’re the boss, Charlie,’ said Shepherd.
‘Don’t worry, I know where the buck stops,’ she said.
‘There’s something else I need to talk to you about.’
‘I’m all ears.’
‘Kettering just phoned to say that he wants to hook me up with a German guy.’
Button’s eyes widened. ‘That’s brilliant, Spider.’
‘Is it, though? He says he wants to link me up with him in London tomorrow and that we could be talking about a big arms sale. But my Spidey sense is tingling.’
‘What’s the problem?’
Shepherd grimaced. ‘I’m not sure,’ he said. ‘But it doesn’t feel right. It came out of the blue and now it’s rush, rush, rush. And the timing is off. It would make more sense for them to wait until we’ve delivered the first order.’
‘What does Fenby say?’
‘His phone’s off,’ said Shepherd. ‘Went straight through to voicemail. I left a message for him to call me.’
Button toyed with a small gold stud earring as she looked at him thoughtfully. ‘You realise it would move the investigation up a notch,’ she said. ‘If we could link Kettering and Thompson to terrorist groups in Europe.’
‘I know, I know. I wish I could be more enthusiastic. But. .’ He raised his hands and then let them fall back on to the table. ‘It just doesn’t feel right.’
Button stopped playing with her earring and nodded slowly. ‘Then we go with your instincts,’ she said.
‘I just don’t want to screw it up because of a hunch.’
‘What about Sam? Have you spoken to him?’
Shepherd shook his head. ‘He’s not going to be able to advise me, and if I do go sticking my head into the lion’s den I don’t want the Brummie cops watching my back.’
‘So you’re thinking of meeting them? Even though you have doubts?’
Shepherd rubbed his chin. ‘If I don’t Kettering’s going to know there’s something wrong, isn’t he? I might be able to play for time, but if I refuse to meet the German then there’s every chance he’ll pull out of our deal, which means everything goes tits up.’ He sat back and sighed. ‘I don’t have a choice, do I? It’s a rock and a hard place.’
‘We can minimise the risks,’ said Button.
‘I’ll have to talk to Razor. Kettering wants him there too.’
‘But he can’t tell Sam. You realise that, don’t you?’
Shepherd smiled ruefully. ‘I hope you can see the irony of that,’ he said. ‘You tell Sam Hargrove to keep Razor in the dark, and now you want Razor to lie to Sam.’
‘Point taken,’ said Button. ‘What would you rather do? Is it better to tell Sam and have him lie to the Birmingham cops, or keep him in the dark?’
‘If it all goes wrong he’s going to find out anyway.’
‘So you want me to fill him in? I’m happy enough to do that. Though it might well mean that MI5 takes over the entire operation.’
‘To be honest, it looks like we’re heading that way whatever happens,’ said Shepherd. He ran his hands through his hair. ‘Okay, Razor and I go to the meeting. Five provides the back-up. You fill Sam in.’
‘Where and when are you going to see them?’
Shepherd shrugged ‘He’s going to let me know first thing tomorrow.’
‘And what do you want in the way of support?’ asked Button.
‘Armed back-up, close but not obtrusive. And I’ll go to see Amar and fix myself up with a GPS tracker and audio.’
‘Whatever you need,’ said Button.
‘Guns is what we’ll need, Charlie.’
‘You want to be armed?’
‘It’ll fit in with our legends. We’re underground arms dealers. No reason we couldn’t be carrying.’
Button grimaced. ‘I don’t see that we can authorise Razor to carry a weapon.’
‘But it’s not a problem for me, right?’
‘It’s a lot of paperwork, but I’ll make it happen,’ said Button. ‘But, please, try not to shoot anyone.’