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‘I need some help here, Bill,’ Emma said.

Bill Smith – his real name – worked for Emma’s old outfit. He was five foot nine, slim, had curly dark hair, and wore glasses with heavy black frames. He didn’t look like an international spy; he looked, to his great dismay, very much like the older brother of a guy who did a national TV commercial, one that had been running for more than three years. He and Emma were sitting in a Denny’s restaurant and Emma winced as Smith poured half a pint of raspberry syrup over his waffles.

‘I can’t do it, Emma,’ Smith said. ‘We’re more shorthanded right now than we were during the cold war.’ Before Emma could object, he held out a forkful of waffle, red syrup running down the handle of the fork. ‘Wanna bite?’ he said.

‘God, no,’ Emma said. ‘I’m telling you, Bill, these guys are up to something. I can feel it.’

‘Have you talked to the Feebies about this feeling of yours?’

‘Yes. The Bureau assigned two young agents to Whitfield’s murder. The one in charge is not only greener than grass, he’s handling a caseload that would break a donkey’s back. He thinks the likelihood of espionage is pretty far-fetched …’

‘Which you have to agree it is,’ Smith said.

‘… and he says he doesn’t have sufficient probable cause to get warrants to look into these guys’ finances or search their homes.’

‘Probable cause,’ Smith said and made a sound that was half snort, half laugh. In Bill Smith’s normal line of work, probable cause was rarely, if ever, an impediment.

‘And as for Whitfield’s murder, he says they’re starting to think that poor schizophrenic really did it.’

‘Well maybe he did do it.’

‘He didn’t,’ Emma said. Emma, as the old saying went, was sometimes wrong but never uncertain.

‘So what do you want?’ Smith said.

‘I want someone from research to check these people out, particularly Carmody. And I want to borrow a computer guy to tell me how they could trick the shipyard’s IT security. And I need a team, just a small one. I want these guys followed for a while and their houses searched. I particularly want Carmody’s place sniffed for explosives and spyware.’

‘Jesus Christ, Emma. Maybe you’d like a helicopter, too?’

‘I’m serious, Bill. It really makes me nervous that he spends his time on board the ships.’

Smith sighed. Emma was a force of nature. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘the research we can do. You just won’t get priority. The computer stuff, there’s an NSA guy we borrow sometimes when we’re overloaded. Maybe we can convince them to spare him for a conference call. But a team’s out of the question. I’d have to bring guys back from overseas to do what you want. You gotta believe me, Emma: communism was a piece of cake compared to this terrorism stuff.’

‘Listen to me,’ Emma said. ‘They’re inside a naval shipyard that overhauls nuclear-powered warships!’

‘I hear you, Emma, but I can’t do it. Sorry.’

Emma sat back in her chair.

‘Well in that case, Bill, I’d suggest that you kick this up the line so that when something bad happens, your ass will be covered.’

‘Now that wasn’t called for, Emma.’