Free Skinner's Festival by Quintin Jardine Page A

important, but you shut him up. Was it something that you didn’t want the whole team to hear – or just me?’
He looked at her wide-eyed. 'Don’t know what you’re on about, love. When did I ever chop Andy off in public – and before you lower ranks, too?’
The unmasked doubt in her expression countered the wide-eyed innocence in his. 'Skinner, you are being evasive. We will discuss this later.’ Her tone left no room for doubt.
“Nothing to discuss. But I’ll see you.’ He strode off to join Martin.
    As soon as they were out of sight, the big ACC cuffed the Head of Special Branch lightly around the ear. 'Dropped me in it there, mate, haven’t you. Don’t tell me you weren’t on the point of chipping into my briefing with a homily about gun-toting motorcycle messengers in Charlotte Square. Christ, if I hadn’t been looking at you at the time! There are things you need to break to the wife in private – if you choose to break them at all.
Now I’ve got no choice!’
Martin wore a guilty look that was rarely seen. 'Sorry, boss. I just didn’t think.’
Skinner considered his point made. 'It’s OK, son. I chose to bring Sarah into the team, so it’s half my fault for putting you in the situation, anyway. There’s another side to it, though, and a good reason not to tell the team about my wee bit of excitation.
These Apache Couriers are all over town. I’d hate to think of what might happen if next week one of them even looked sideways at one of our team while reaching into his jacket. Bang,
bang. Dead courier. “Oh, you were only getting a hankie out were you. Sorry about that. Just a wee mistake.” No, thank you very much! Not even Proud Jimmy would see the funny side of that one.’
    They had reached Skinner’s office in the Command Suite.
'Come on in, Andy, and I’ll let you halfway in on a state secret. I told you I’ve already accessed available files on the MI5 computer from my other office, and come up blank?’
Martin nodded.
“Well, not all the stuffs on computer. With all these hackers and folk like that, and viruses and so on, the plain fact is that information technology doesn’t have the security you need at the very top level – or at the bottom level, depending on how you see these things. There are files still kept on paper, in London, behind a very thick door with a very long combination and a very loud alarm. I’m going to use my secure phone to brief the MIS analysts to look at them all, and prepare me a list of people to be considered. It probably won’t be a long list, but I’ll bet they’ll have some entries for us. This will all be stuff I probably haven’t myself. I’ll have picked up bits of it now and then, just wee scraps of information, but the total picture is gathered together by section teams in Head Office.’
    He sat down in a chair at the side of his desk and pulled his scrambled telephone to him.
'While I do this, Andy, could you access your SB stuff through my terminal, and run another list for me. Journalists – anyone you’ve got on file, either here or in branches in the rest of the
country. Look at their special interests and their known associates. I fancy we’ll want to talk to one or two of them, too, when the moment comes.’
That not a bit of a risk, leaning on journalists?’ asked Martin.
'Who said anything about leaning on them? We’ll just say we’re consulting them; it’ll make them feel important. The hack is not yet born who is so hairy-backed and anti-establishment that he doesn’t want the polis owing him a favour. You do that, while I make this call. Then we’ll get off to the George to scare the shit out of the Festival directors.’
    ELEVEN
    The George is not the most imposing of Edinburgh’s first-division hotels, but it is one of the best. It is situated on the street from which it takes its name, and its narrow entrance affords clients a greater degree of privacy than its massive rivals at either end of Princes Street. It is