Evensong

“That was my idea,” Jones told Taber proudly, after he’d got Rani Desai to call them. “I’m not religious, or a pacifist, but I admire the Quakers. They always stuck to what they believed in, even when it cost them. Like opposing slavery. Or refusing to fight.”

“Yes,” Taber murmured, “you’d never see them pointing guns at people.” Jones shot him, but only with an irritated glance, which Taber answered with a disarming smile. He’d almost overplayed his reliance on that small piece of rapport.

And the Quakers continued to stick to what they believed in. When Rani Desai finally contacted them (a difficult process, since they didn’t have a conventional leader, and certainly not a CEO) they refused absolutely. They would not, they told her, accept money obtained at gunpoint.

“This is ridiculous,” Jones told Rani Desai. “I want you to pay all eleven, you’ve agreed to pay all eleven, you’ve already paid nine, and Number Ten says No. What should I do? Kill a hostage?”

“You’re asking me what you should do?”

“Yes. No. Alright, I’m not asking you. I need to think. Go back and try them again.”

“I can tell you, they won’t budge.”

“Try them again!”

Jones snapped his wristcom shut, a little too forcefully. The hostages, who had been close to lounging, now snapped to attention. Jones turned to Michael Taber and spat, “I thought this might happen! Ridiculous, isn’t it? Everything works more or less sensibly until you add a religion.”

“But the Quakers were your idea.”

“Yes, yes...You know, I was going to suggest Rochester Cathedral itself as number ten on the list. Now that really would have been ridiculous...”

“We’d refuse, for the same reason as the Quakers.”

“...to kill someone in your Cathedral because your Cathedral refused to accept money we’d earned for it.”

“Earned?” Taber asked.

Jones shot him another irritated glance. “Yes, earned! For some good causes. And for our families. You might not like it, but to us and them it’s earned!”

Taber was not perturbed. “Why not just go to your reserve list?”

“I don’t like to.”

“But you said you had a reserve list.”

“I don’t like to. I don’t like it when things don’t go how I said they should.”

Taber looked at Jones, appraisingly. “You’re making too much of this. It’s uncharacteristic.”

“What do you mean?”

“This really is all theatre, isn’t it? The delay on number ten...”

Jones was quiet. Then he leaned in so only Taber could hear him. The parishioners held their breath. “Shut it. You’re too smart for your own good.”

“...and the unveiling of number eleven. Exactly when you want it unveiled.”

“Shut it. This is the last day of my life. Don’t make it the last day of yours.”

Just then Rani Desai called back. She had tried again, but the Quakers absolutely would not budge. 

2

Anwar arrived at Gaetano’s office at exactly 7:00 a.m., as arranged. Gaetano was there but didn’t expect him, in view of yesterday’s events.

“Yesterday’s events?” Anwar asked.

“Come on. You know what I mean.”

Better than you think, thought Anwar. He’d told them nothing, of course, about Asika or Levin. They’d know if they had CCTV of his interrogation of Carne, but he wasn’t going to tell them. He’d go on acting as if they didn’t know, though it hardly mattered now. They were both dead.

“Of course I know what you mean. But there’s nowhere for me to go now, except into the details of this mission. So I did some work last night. I’ve added my comments to the implant bead you gave me yesterday. Here it is.”

Gaetano pressed the bead into his wristcom, and projected it onto a bare white wall. It resolved into a simple full face recording of Anwar, listing his comments. Gaetano listened for a couple of minutes. It didn’t take any longer than that;Anwar spoke quickly and precisely, and didn’t have much to say. Most of his points were minor, with only one of substance: the building work in the Conference Centre.

“I’d like to look over it personally,” Anwar explained, when Gaetano asked him to amplify.

“Of course, but what are you looking for?”

“Remember I said those detectors wouldn’t stop me getting through?”

“Yes, but...”

“You’ll have to put probes in the Signing Room. Needle-probes in every bit of work they’ve done there. And you’ll have checked all the Patel employees here?”

“Yes.”

“I’d like to see the results. And I suggest…”

“That we check them again?”

“Yes. And I’ll get the UN to double-check.” “You think I might have missed something?”

“Yes. Like I missed how to get answers out of Carne, where you would probably have done better. This isn’t point-scoring.”