Singh picked the roll of tape off the table and handed it to Shepherd. Shepherd holstered the Glock, then straddled the woman’s legs and used the tape to bind her wrists. He ripped off another length of tape and put it across her mouth.
Singh went over to untie Malik as Shepherd put his ear against the door. He couldn’t hear anything in the corridor.
‘Try this,’ said Singh, and he tossed over the ceramic microphone. Shepherd slotted in the earphones and pressed the microphone against the door. Still nothing.
‘What happens now?’ asked Singh, who was on his knees behind Malik, working at the wires around his wrists. ‘Do the cops come?’
‘Not necessarily,’ said Shepherd. ‘It sounded loud in here but in another apartment it’ll just be two loud bangs and they won’t know where they came from. If they do dial three nines the cops will ask a lot of questions that the caller won’t be able to answer. It might not even get reported.’
Singh nodded at the body in the bedroom doorway, the man who had been holding the gun. ‘But you have to call it in?’
‘To Charlie, yes. Not to the cops. If we’re lucky it can be dealt with in-house.’
He went over to the window and pushed open the blinds so that he could squint down into the street below. The apartment looked out on to the side road where they’d parked their cars but if he pressed his head against the wall he could just make out the main road. Traffic was flowing freely. If the police did arrive then there would be an armed response vehicle and their first action would be to set up a perimeter around the building.
Shepherd went over and squatted down in front of Malik as Singh finished untying him. ‘Harvey, mate, can you stand up?’
Malik stared back at him but didn’t react.
‘Is he okay?’ asked Singh.
‘He’s in shock,’ said Shepherd. ‘Get a blanket round him and make him some tea. With lots of sugar.’ He put his head closer to Malik’s. ‘It’s going to be okay, Harvey. You’re safe now.’ Malik continued to stare at him with blank eyes.
Singh returned from the bedroom with a quilt and he wrapped it round Malik before heading to the kitchen.
Shepherd took out his phone and leaned over the woman. He prodded the back of her neck with the barrel of his Glock and she tensed. ‘You have no idea how hard I’m fighting the urge to put a bullet in your head,’ he whispered. He tapped the gun against her head and then straightened up and called Charlotte Button. She answered on the third ring. ‘We’ve got a problem,’ he said.
The four men in white paper suits with blue surgical caps and blue shoe protectors looked like a police Scene of Crime unit but they were all employed by MI5. They had rolled the two corpses into black body bags and were preparing to take them downstairs to their waiting van.
‘What’s going to happen to them?’ Shepherd asked Button.
‘We’ll have a medic remove the bullets and mess around with the wounds, then we’ll deliver them to a medical school that we use.’
‘Are you serious?’
‘Best way of getting rid of a body is to let a group of students dissect it,’ said Button.
A doctor had already checked out Malik and insisted that he be taken down on a stretcher. Malik’s foot was badly disfigured and two of his fingers had been broken. It looked as if his kneecap had been shattered too. When the paramedics carried him out he was still in shock but he managed a weak smile when Shepherd patted him on the shoulder.
Shepherd nodded at the woman, who was lying face down on the carpet with her wrists bound. ‘And what about her?’
Button grimaced. ‘She’s more of a problem. We can’t let her near a lawyer, or anyone else who might spread the word.’
The four men took the bodies out of the flat and along to the lift.
‘What if anyone sees them?’ asked Shepherd.
‘We’ve got a HAZMAT van downstairs and an ambulance, and if anyone asks it’s a virulent TB case. But no one will ask. We’ve got four of our people down there in police uniforms. Everything’s under control.’
The doctor reappeared in the doorway. He was a fifty-something grey-haired man in a rumpled blue suit. He was carrying a medical bag. The paramedics followed him. One was holding a collapsible stretcher.
‘How is he?’ asked Button.
‘His vitals are fine, but he’s going to be in shock for a while. I’ve given him antibiotics and something for the pain but what he really needs is rest. A lot of rest.’
Button pointed at the woman on the floor. ‘Can you put her out for the next hour?’
‘No problem,’ said the doctor. He knelt down beside the bound woman and opened his bag. He rummaged around and took out a hypodermic, then injected the contents into her left buttock.
Shepherd looked at his watch. It was almost midday. ‘What do we do, Charlie?’
‘Chaudhry can go on his own. Once we know what the target is, we move in.’
‘What if they want to know where Harvey is?’
‘He’s out with a girl and he’s uncontactable. I don’t see that as a problem, do you?’
Shepherd shrugged. ‘I don’t know. I guess they’ll realise it was short notice. But what about Raj? What do we tell him?’
‘Nothing,’ said Button. ‘He mustn’t know what’s happened to Harvey.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because he’ll want to be with his friend. Or it’ll put the wind up him. Either way it’s best that he doesn’t know.’
‘Charlie, we owe him the truth.’
Button’s eyes flashed. ‘No,’ she said firmly. ‘We owe him our protection. This is the end phase and he has to go into it with a clear head.’
‘So we lie to him?’
‘If that’s what it takes, yes.’ She put a hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. ‘It’s for his own safety. You can see that, can’t you?’
‘Sure, of course. But I don’t like the idea of lying to him, not after everything he’s done for us.’
‘In a few hours this will all be over, Spider. And when it is you can tell him everything. But, until then, Harvey stays under wraps and Raj isn’t to know.’
‘She’s under,’ said the doctor, picking up his case. ‘Make sure her airway stays clear.’
‘Take her down, then,’ Button said to the paramedics.
‘What’s going to happen to her?’ asked Shepherd.
‘We’ll take her to Thames House for questioning,’ said Button. ‘A lot depends on who she is and who else wants her.’
‘The Americans?’