Deep Black - Andy McNab [98]
‘Is it true, you know, he saved all those people?’
‘Something like that.’
‘You get any film – shit, that would be amazing if—’
‘No, no pictures. I’d had my kit stolen. I was trying to get back to the city and hid near the factory when I heard the wagons heading my way.’
It started to rain.
‘No good sitting here now, we’ll look right dickheads.’ It would be obvious to the flat tops what we were doing. We got up and followed the river back to the hotel.
75
Jerry put the Thuraya and camera on charge while I looked in all the drawers for a Yellow Pages or directory, but there wasn’t one. The Gideons hadn’t been to visit, either.
The room was freezing so I kept my plastic coat on and pulled a couple of small bottles of Italian pear juice from the minibar. I looked through the rain-streaked window. Two Blackhawks hovered above the city, disappearing now and again into the grey clouds.
‘Here’s the score.’ I lobbed a bottle at him and he gave it a shake. ‘There are three things that might happen to us. One, we get a visit from Salkic, which hopefully will be with a smile. Two, we get a visit from the flat tops, and I imagine that won’t be. Three, we get fuck-all visits, in which case we go and find Salkic at the mosque again tomorrow, and we follow him. If he doesn’t turn to, we’ll have to check phone books, ask around, try to track him down. Then we find out how he makes contact with Nuhanovic, and hopefully we find out where Nuhanovic is – then you get your picture and maybe I get to find out who killed Rob. After that, well, I’m going back to Baghdad. Maybe kill whoever killed Rob, then get a job on the circuit. Why not? Got fuck-all else to do.’
We twisted the caps off the bottles. Jerry had gone quiet again: maybe he didn’t like me talking about killing. It was time to get off the subject.
‘If we get lifted by the flat tops tonight we’re going to have to think on our feet, big-time. There’s no way out of here except by jumping on to the coffee-bar canopy, just like in those Jackie Chan movies.’
Jerry gave a nervous laugh. He didn’t fancy plummeting straight through the canvas and ending up bent round the cappuccino machine any more than I did. But if the wrong guys came calling, it might be the only option. ‘If we do get away and have to split, we’ll meet in the car park by the Romeo and Juliet bridge, OK? Wait there for two hours. If I don’t turn up, you’re on your own. I’ll do the same if I’m there first. You got that?’
Jerry nodded calmly enough, but I knew he was flapping. I patted his shoulder. ‘Listen, I doubt that’ll happen. If it’s Nuhanovic the flat tops want, they’ll wait and see if we lead them to him.’
I got up and went over to the window. It was now dark and headlights pierced the rain along Snipers’ Alley. ‘Well, I think the condemned men deserve to have their last meal, don’t you?’
Jerry smiled and reached for the bedside phone. He ordered us both the house special, Sarajevo burger and chips, and loads of extra bread and red sauce for the butties.
‘Tell them to call us when they bring the food up. Say we’re both going to be in the bath, and you want to make sure one of us is able to get the door.’
The last thing I wanted was to open up for what we thought was room service, and get a trolleyload of flat top-with-Goatee instead.
Jerry rang Reception, found out the time of first prayers, and booked a five thirty call. I imagined we’d be the only ones there. Salkic hadn’t looked the sort who’d be in the mosque before daybreak, but I could be wrong and we had to be prepared.
Both of us stayed as we were, fully dressed, boots on, kit packed and ready to go. I lay on the bed with my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling. Jerry got up, grabbed the remote from the top of the TV and started to channel-hop. I watched the screen, not thinking about much, just picking at the scabs on my hand. I’d known I wouldn’t be able to resist it for long.
Jerry rested the remote on his stomach as