A Delicate Truth A Novel

confirmed.’
    ‘Paul?’
    But this is not Minister Quinn alias Nine speaking. This is Jeb’s half-blacked face, his eyes whitened like a collier’s, except they’re palest green. And Jeb’s voice, steady as before, appealing to him:
    ‘We shouldn’t be doing this, Paul. We’ll be shooting at ghosts in the dark. Elliot doesn’t know the half of it. I think you agree with me.’
    ‘Nine?’
    ‘What the hell is it now? They’re going in! What’s the problem now, man?’
    Jeb staring at him. Shorty staring at him over Jeb’s shoulder:
    ‘Nine?’
    ‘What?’
    ‘You asked me to be your eyes and ears, Nine. I can only agree with Jeb. Nothing I’ve seen or heard warrants going in at this stage.’
    Is the silence deliberate or technical? From Jeb, a crisp nod. From Shorty, a twisted smile of derision, whether for Quinn, or Elliot, or just all of it. And from the minister, a delayed blurt:
    ‘The man’s in there, for fuck’s sake!’ Gone again. Comes back. ‘Paul, listen to me closely. That’s an order. We’ve seen the man in full Arab garb. So’ve you. Punter . In there. He’s got an Arab boy bringing him his food and water. What the hell more does Jeb want?’
    ‘He wants proof, Nine. He says there isn’t enough. I have to say, I feel very much the same.’
    Another nod from Jeb, more vigorous than the first, again backed by Shorty, then by their remaining comrades. The white eyes of all four men watching him through their balaclavas.
    ‘Nine?’
    ‘Doesn’t anybody listen to orders over there?’
    ‘May I speak?’
    ‘Hurry up then!’
    He is speaking for the record. He is weighing every word before he speaks it:
    ‘Nine, it’s my judgement that by any reasonable standard of analysis we’re dealing with a string of unproven assumptions.Jeb and his men here have great experience. Their view is that nothing makes hard sense as it stands. As your eyes and ears on the ground, I have to tell you I share that view.’
    Faint voices off, then again the deep, dead silence, until Quinn comes back, shrill and petulant:
    ‘ Punter ’s unarmed, for fuck’s sake. That was his deal with Aladdin . Unarmed and unescorted, one to one. He’s a high-value terrorist with a pot of money on his head and a load of priceless intelligence to be got out of him, and he’s sitting there for the plucking. Paul? ’
    ‘Still here, Nine.’
    Still here, but looking at the left-hand screen, as they all are. At the stern of the mother ship. At the shadow on her near side. At the inflatable dinghy lying flat on the water. At the eight crouched figures aboard.
    ‘Paul? Give me Jeb. Jeb, are you there? I want you to listen, both of you. Jeb and Paul. Are you both listening?’
    They are.
    ‘Listen to me.’ They’ve already said they are but never mind. ‘If the sea team grabs the prize and gets him on to the boat and out of territorial waters into the hands of the interrogators while you lot are sitting on your arses up the hill, how d’you think that’s going to look? Jesus Christ, Jeb, they told me you were picky, but think what’s to lose, man!’
    On the screen, the inflatable is no longer visible at the mother ship’s side. Jeb’s battle-painted face inside its scant balaclava is like an ancient war mask.
    ‘Well, not a lot more to say to that, then, is there, Paul, I don’t suppose, not now you’ve said it all?’ he says quietly.
    But Paul hasn’t said it all, or not to his satisfaction. And yet again, somewhat to his surprise, he has the words ready, no fumble, no hesitation.
    ‘With due respect, Nine, there is not, in my judgement, asufficient case for the land team to go in. Or anyone else, for that matter.’
    Is this the longest silence of his life? Jeb is crouching on the ground with his back to him, busying himself with a kit-bag. Behind Jeb, his men are already standing. One – he’s not sure which – has his head bowed and seems to be praying. Shorty has taken off his gloves and is licking each fingertip in turn. It’s as if the minister’s message has reached them by other, more occult means.
    ‘Paul?’
    ‘Sir.’
    ‘Kindly note I am not the field commander in this situation. Military decisions are the sole province of the senior soldier on the ground, as you are aware. However, I may recommend . You will therefore inform Jeb that, on the basis of the operational intelligence before me, I recommend but do not command that he would be well advised to put Operation Wildlife