Dreading the thought of handing Jack over to his father, she reached across and touched her son’s hair. He looked up briefly from the film he was watching on the plane’s entertainment system, earphones blocking out the adults’ conversation, and smiled, showing the gap between his front teeth.
‘I’m going to see Bradley again,’ he informed her.
Kate took comfort in the fact that he was so excited about the trip, and about seeing his dad and his friend Bradley, but she felt sick at the thought of him being so far away. Vernon had promised to take some time off work but, while he adored Jack, he had never been the most attentive of fathers. And he had a new girlfriend now, Shirl, although Kate suspected she was hardly as new to the scene as Vernon claimed.
Paul sat beside Kate, looking pale. He had been anxious and restless ever since Harley turned up. The MI6 man’s presence had brought back into vivid focus memories of that night two years ago when Paul had looked on helpless as his twin brother sacrificed his own life to stop Gaunt once and for all. As hard it was to believe, there were others, still at liberty, who had shared Gaunt’s warped ambitions and engaged in a sick race – or, as Gaunt had called it, ‘a delicious intellectual game’ – with each other to create the world’s deadliest virus. It was a secret competition, with little cells of scientists across the globe taking part.
Immediately after the events at Gaunt’s lab, Kate and Paul had been interviewed by Harley, and Kate had told him that she remembered Gaunt talking about someone called Mangold. Harley had raised an eyebrow at that and told them that the name Charles Mangold had been found in papers in Gaunt’s office; papers that showed a number of large deposits into Gaunt’s bank account.
After that, Paul had spent hours scouring the internet, trying to find Charles Mangold, but there was only so much he could do online. To track down Mangold’s current location, Paul would have needed to travel to America, but a criminal record, acquired during his days as a hacker, made this impossible. All he could do was pass on the information to the relevant law enforcement agencies and seethe with frustration when they failed to take it any further, and Harley and his employers appeared to have done nothing about Mangold either, much to Paul’s consternation.
It had taken some major string-pulling by Harley to get Paul a visa for this trip, but Kate was glad she’d insisted on him coming too. She kissed Paul’s stubbly cheek, drawing a smile.
Jason Harley slipped into the seat across the aisle from them. According to the map on the jumbo jet’s TV screens, they were halfway across the Atlantic, the tiny cartoon plane on the monitor edging ever closer to Dallas. Harley had surprised them with seats in First Class, the first time Kate or Paul had ever turned left when getting on a plane.
Paul glanced at Jack to make sure he wasn’t able to hear them, then leaned across and demanded: ‘So, what do you know about the people who planted the bomb at the hotel? Has no one taken responsibility for it since you got the anonymous message?’
Harley winced. ‘Please keep your voice down. But no, they haven’t.’
Paul dropped his voice. ‘Don’t you think it’s a coincidence that a good percentage of the world’s top virologists were murdered shortly after a new killer virus breaks out in America?’
Harley didn’t respond.
‘What I don’t understand is why you spooks were involved in this before the bomb went off, when it was “just” a viral outbreak. I thought that kind of thing was dealt with by the World Health Organization?’
Irritation flitted across Harley’s face at the word ‘spooks’, but he kept his tone neutral. ‘That’s a fair question. But I can’t divulge any more information to a civilian at this point.’
‘A civilian? That’s a hell of a nice way to put it. You’re dragging our family across the globe. The least you can do is tell us what’s going on.’
‘Please don’t raise your voice.’
‘Why, because you don’t want people to get scared? If some horrific African virus has broken out and someone is blowing up virologists, maybe they should be scared.’
‘Paul.’ Kate laid her hand on his arm. ‘Come on, stay calm. You’re going to scare Jack. You’re scaring me.’
In truth, Jack was oblivious, still glued to a movie, the volume pumped up to block out the roar of the jets that filled the cabin. But she wished Paul wouldn’t talk about virologists being blown up. Not when Isaac had been one of the victims, and when she was a virologist herself.
Paul hissed across the aisle to Harley, ‘You must have suspected terrorists were involved before the bomb. Otherwise, why were you sent to recruit Kate?’
Harley blinked. ‘Mr Wilson.’
Paul laughed sarcastically. ‘“Mr Wilson”? Please, I feel we’re close enough for you to call me Paul.’
‘Mr Wilson, we are in a public space. We agreed to allow you to come on this trip purely in order to make Ms Maddox happy. Other than the desire to keep Ms Maddox happy, there is nothing to stop me putting you on the first plane home.’
‘It’s Doctor Maddox, actually,’ said Paul, with more than a hint of aggression in his voice.
‘Oh, for heaven’s sake. Call me Kate. But you’re not sending Paul home, OK?’ Kate interjected.
Harley put his hands up in an international peacekeeping gesture. ‘Listen, I’ll tell you more when we get to California. I promise. I will tell you everything you need to know.’
6
They landed at Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport in the late afternoon. Kate felt jittery from caffeine and jet lag, and Jack was clingy and grizzling. Probably as much from the back-to-back cartoons on the in-flight entertainment as the prospect of their parting, Kate thought. She hoped so, anyway. It had been a really tough time for Jack. He’d adored Isaac, and it had been confusing and painful for him to witness Callum’s anguish. Kate had been proud of him, though, especially when he voluntarily gave Callum his prized Lego Transformer, ‘to cheer him up’.
Thanks to Harley, they bypassed Customs and Immigration. Clearly there were some advantages to travelling on Agency business. Kate had refused to be parted from her son until she saw with her own eyes that his father was there to take safe delivery of him, so they all made their way to Arrivals. As they passed through the door, Harley fell back, not wanting Vernon to see him and start asking awkward questions.
Vernon was waiting on the other side of the barrier, talking to a skinny seen-better-days bottle blonde in a tight animal-print skirt and scuffed cork-soled wedge sandals. That must be Shirley, thought Kate. He was so engrossed that he failed to register Jack’s arrival until his son was right in front of him, jumping up and down, his good mood temporarily restored, shouting ‘Daddy!’
‘Oh, hey, Jackie-boy, how’ya doing?’ he said at last, pausing a second longer to finish his conversation with Shirley. Kate gritted her teeth. Was this how he was going to treat Jack for the whole summer?
‘Good, Dad! Can we go and see Bradley later? I sent him an email to say I was coming to visit, and I typed it all by myself!’
Jack ducked under the rope and hugged his father round the waist, and Vernon hugged him back. Shirley ruffled Jack’s hair awkwardly, and Jack bestowed on her one of his best fake smiles.
Kate felt mollified by the expression of genuine pleasure on Vernon’s face. Then he saw her, and the smile faded considerably.
‘Kate. How are you?’ He completely ignored Paul, even though they had met on several previous occasions.
‘OK, thanks.’ Kate didn’t know what else to say. She noticed that more hair had retreated from his head, though it seemed to have redistributed itself in his ears, nose and on his chest. He’d put on