Free Gray Redemption (Tom Gray #3) by Alan McDermott Page A

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to Langley, who sent back the details.  All they got for Sam Grant was a
name, a photo and that’s it.”
    “Do you have the report with
you?”  Harvey asked, more in hope than expectation.
    “Sorry, buddy.  You know
the deal, completely off the record, and that means no hard copies.”
    Harvey understood.  “So
what happened to the prisoners?  Where are they now?”
    “Dane said the three of them
went missing during the attack.  The guard house was hit and they must
have escaped.  Apparently your people were pissed when they turned up to
collect them.”
    “ My people?”   Harvey asked, once more confused.  “Are you sure
they were from Five?”
    “Langley assumed they were, but
the look on your face tells me otherwise.”
    “They certainly weren’t sent by
anyone I know,” Harvey said, but he didn’t add that it once again pointed to
James Farrar.
    He recalled that the Huang
Zhen had left Malaysia on Monday the 23 rd , while the attack on
the base had taken place just three days earlier.  That meant Baines and
Smart would have had three days to travel to Port Kelang.  His search
through Hughes’s file had shown that he owned a yacht, but could it make the
journey in that time?  He’d have to wait until he got back to the office
to work that one out, and the introduction of the mysterious Sam Grant into the
mix meant he wasn’t prepared to wait until the morning.
    “I have to go and check a few
things out,” he said as he rose.  “Thanks for the info, Doug.  I owe
you one.”
    “Big time,” Wallis agreed.
    It took Harvey less than five
minutes to jog back to Thames House, and once in the office he went straight to
his desk and logged onto his computer.  He was waiting for the security
settings to synch when Ellis approached him.
    “I thought you’d gone home,” she
said.
    “I’ve got some new information,”
Harvey told her.  “I need to do a search for Sam Grant.”
    The welcome screen appeared and
he began typing into the internal search engine.
    “Where did you get the
name?”  She asked as they waited for the results to come back. 
    “A completely anonymous and
deniable source,” Harvey told her with a smile.  “I could tell you but
then I’d have to kill myself.”
    The screen showed six results
and they went through each one, Harvey looking for anything that could link him
to the current investigation.  The first four were quickly dismissed, but
when trying to open the fifth record he was shown a dialog box which requested
a password.  He entered his account login and a flashing message filled
the screen:
    Access Denied.
    “Okay,” Ellis said, looking at
Harvey.  “You got my attention.  Who is this guy?”
    “I’ve got no idea. 
However, find Sam Grant and we find Baines and Smart.”
    He gave her a breakdown of the
information he’d got from Wallis but stopped short of revealing his identity,
despite Ellis asking more than once.  She suggested they try to access the
file using her credentials, which had a higher level of access.  When they
got to her office and repeated the process, the outcome was the same.
    “If the Home Secretary
personally gave the order to withhold Grant’s file from the CIA — and from his
own people — then it smells of black ops to me,” Harvey said.  “That means
we’re dealing with a team who have the minister’s ear, a team who are off the
official grid but still have access.  And if Grant was with Baines and
Smart on Jolo, that team would not want you looking for that particular pair,
even if they were solid leads to finding Levine and Campbell.”
    He looked Ellis in the
eye.  “So who does that sound like?”
    Ellis had to agree that it pointed
the finger fair and square in Farrar’s direction, but it wasn’t conclusive.
    “We need to pin this to him,”
she said, rubbing her palms together as she concentrated.
    “Then what?”  
Harvey asked.
    It was a very good question, one
she hadn’t got