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senior police officers。
〃Well？〃
〃We searched from the Needles to Poole Bay we didn't miss a thing。〃 The pilot traced his flight path on the chart。 〃That type of boat can make perhaps twenty knots in these sea conditions at most； and then only with an expert crew。 We should not have missed them。〃 The pilot sipped at a mug of tea。 He stared at the chart and shook his head in disbelief。 〃No way we could have missed them！ Not with two machines up。〃
〃What if they went seaward； what if they went south？〃
〃But where？ Even if they carried enough fuel to cross the Channel； which I doubt； only a madman would try it。 There will be twenty…foot seas out there； and the gale is still freshening。 Suicide；〃 the pilot concluded。
〃Well； we know that they're not madmen； they're too damned smart for that。 No way they could have gotten past you； made landfall before you caught up with them？〃
〃Not a chance。 None。〃 The flyer was emphatic。
〃Then where the hell are they？〃
〃I'm sorry； sir； but I haven't a clue。 Perhaps they sank。〃
〃Do you believe that？〃 the cop demanded。
〃No； sir。〃
mander James Owens turned away。 He looked out the windows。 The pilot was right； the storm was worsening。 The phone rang。
〃For you； sir。〃 A petty officer held it up。
〃Owens。 Yes？〃 His face changed from sadness to rage and back。 〃Thank you。 Please keep us posted。 That was the hospital。 Another of the wounded died。 Sergeant Highland's in surgery now。 One of the bullets hit his spine。 That's a total of nine dead； I believe。 Gentlemen； is there anything you can suggest to us？ I'd be quite willing to hire a gypsy fortune teller at the moment。〃
〃Perhaps they made south from the Needles； then curved east and made landfall on the Isle of Wight。〃
Owens shook his head。 〃We have people there。 Nothing。〃
〃Then they might have rendezvoused with a ship。 There is the usual amount of traffic in the Channel。〃
〃Any way to check that？〃
The pilot shook his head。 〃No。 There's a ship…traffic…control radar at Dover Strait； but not here。 We can't board every ship； can we？〃
〃Very well。 Gentlemen； thank you for your efforts； particularly getting your surgeon out as quickly as you did。 I was told that this action saved several lives。〃 mander Owens walked out of the building。 Those left behind marveled at his self…control。 Outside； the senior detective looked up into the leaden sky and swore a mental curse at fortune； but he was too consumed by anger to show what he felt。 Owens was a man accustomed to concealing what he thought and felt。 Emotions； he often lectured his men； had no place in police work。 Of course that was false； and like many cops Owens only succeeded in turning his rage inward。 That accounted for the packet of antacid pills always in his coat pocket； and the quiet spells at home that his wife had learned to live with。 He reached in his shirt pocket for a cigarette that wasn't there； then snorted to himself how did you ever break that habit； Jimmy？ He stood alone in the parking lot for a moment； as though the cold rain would dampen his anger。 But it only gave him a chill； and he couldn't afford that。 He'd have to answer for this； answer to the missioner of the Metropolitan Police； answer to the Home Office。 Someone not me； thank God would also have to answer to the Crown。
That thought hammered home。 He had failed them。 He'd failed them twice。 He had failed to detect and prevent the original attack on The Mall； and only the incredible luck of that Yank's intervention had saved the day。 Then； when everything had subsequently gone right； this failure。 Nothing like this had ever happened before。 Owens was responsible。 It had all happened on his watch。 He had personally set up the transport scheme。 The method was of his choosing。 He had established the security procedures。 Picked the day。 Picked the routes。 Picked the men； all dead now； except for Bob Highland。
How did they know？ Owens demanded of himself。 They knew when； they knew where。 How did they know？ Well； he told himself； that's one place to start looking。 The number of people who had this information was known to Owens。 Somehow it had been leaked。 He remembered the report Ashley had brought back from Dublin。 〃So good； you would not believe it；〃 that PIRA bastard had said of O'Donnell's intelligence source。 Murphy was wrong； the detective thought。 Everyone will believe it now。
〃Back to London；〃 he told the driver。
〃Great day。 Jack；〃 Robby observed on the couch。
〃Not bad at all；〃 Ryan agreed。 Of course the house looks like a Toys 'R Us that got nuked 。 。 。
In front of them； Sally was playing with her new toys。 She particularly liked the doll house。 Jack was gratified to see。 His daughter was winding down； having gotten her parents up at seven that morning。 Jack and Cathy were winding down also after only five hours of sleep。 That was a little tough on a pregnant wife； Jack had thought an hour earlier； and he and Robby had cleared away the dishes； now being processed by the dishwasher in the kitchen。 Now their wives were on the other couch talking while the menfolk sipped at some brandy。
〃Not flying tomorrow？〃
Jackson shook his head。 〃The bird went tits…up； take another day or so to fix。 Besides； what's Christmas without a good brandy？ I'll be back in the simulator tomorrow； and regs don't prevent me from drinking before I do that。 I don't strap in until three tomorrow； I ought to be fairly sober by then。〃 Robby'd had one glass of wine with dinner； and had limited himself to only one Hennessy。
〃God； I need a stretch。〃 Jack stood up and beckoned his friend to the stairs。
〃How late were you up last night； sport？〃
〃I think we hit the sack a little after two。〃
Robby checked to see that Sally was out of earshot。 〃Being Santa is a bitch； isn't it？ If you can put all those toys together； maybe I ought to turn you loose on my broke airplane。〃
〃Wait till I have both arms back。〃 Jack pulled his arm out of the sling and moved it around as they went down to the library level。
〃What's Cathy say about that？〃
〃What docs always say hell； if you get well too soon； they lose money！〃 He moved his wrist around。 〃This thing knots up like you wouldn't believe。〃
〃How's it feel？〃
〃Pretty good。 I think I might get full use back。 At least I haven't had it quit on me yet。〃 Jack checked his watch。 〃Want to catch the news？〃
〃Sure。〃
Ryan flipped on the small TV on his deck。 Cable had finally made it down his road； and he was already hooked on CNN。 It was so nice to get the national and world news whenever you wanted。 Jack dropped into his swivel chair while Robby selected another in the corner。 It was a few minutes short of the hourly headlines。 Jack left the sound down。
〃How's the book ing？〃
〃Getting there。 I have all the information in line； finally。 Four more chapters to write； and two I have to change around some； and it's done。〃
〃What did you change？〃 〃Turned out that I got bum data。 You were right about that deck…spotting problem on the Japanese carriers。〃
〃I didn't think that sounded right；〃 Robby replied。 〃They were pretty good； but they weren't that good I mean； we took 'em at Midway； didn't we？〃
〃What about today？〃
〃The Russians？ Hey； Jack； anybody wants to fool with me and my Tomcat better have his will fixed up。 They don't pay me to lose； son。〃 Jackson grinned like a sleepy lion。
〃Nice to see such confidence。〃
〃There's better pilots than me；〃 Robby admitted。 〃Three； as a matter of fact。 Ask me again in a year； when I'm back in the groove。〃
〃Oh； yeah！〃 Jack laughed。 The laugh died when he saw the picture on the TV screen。 〃That's him I wonder why 〃 He turned the sound up。
〃 。 。 。 killed； including five police officers。 An intensive land； sea； and air search is under way for the terrorists who snatched their convicted rade while en route to a British prison on the Isle of Wight。 Sean Miller was convicted only three weeks before in the daring attack on the Prince and Princess of Wales within sight of Buckingham Palace。 Two police officers and one of the terrorists were killed before the attack was broken up by American tourist Jack Ryan of Annapolis； Maryland。〃
The picture changed to show the weather on the Channel and a Royal Navy helicopter； evidently searching for something。 It changed again to a file tape of Miller being taken out of the Old Bailey。 Just before he was put in the police van。 Miller turned to face the camera； and now weeks later his eyes stared again into those of John Patrick Ryan。
〃Oh； my God 。 。 。〃 Jack muttered。
Chapter 10 Plans and Threats
〃You shouldn't blame yourself； Jimmy；〃 Murray said。 〃And Bob's going to make it。 That's something。〃
〃Certainly；〃 Owens replied sardonically。 〃There's even a fifty…percent chance that he'll learn to walk again。 What of the others； Dan？ Five good men gone； and four civilians along with them。〃
〃And maybe the terrorists； too；〃 Murray pointed out。
〃You don't believe that any more than I do！〃
It had e as a piece of blind luck。 A Royal Navy mine…hunter ship conducting an ongoing sonar survey of the English