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re high officials in the Metropolitan Police； ten in the Home Office； a few more in MI…5； the Security Service； and various others。 Every one of them had a top…drawer security clearance。 Not that a clearance matters a damn； Owens told himself again。 By definition a leak had to e from some bastard with a top…drawer clearance。
But this was different。 This was treason it was worse than treason a concept that Owens hadn't even thought possible until the last week。 Whoever had leaked this had also to have been involved in the attack on the Royal Family。 To betray national security secrets to a foreign power was sufficiently heinous to make the mander think in unprofessional terms。 But deliberately to endanger the Royal Family itself was so inprehensible a crime that Owens had scarcely been able to believe it possible。 This wasn't someone of dubious mental state。 This was a person with intelligence and considerable skill at dissimulation； someone who had betrayed a trust both personal and national。 There had been a time in his country when such people died by torture。 It was not a fact that Owens was proud of； but now he understood why it had happened； how easily one might countenance such punishment。 The Royal Family served so many functions for the United Kingdom； was so greatly loved by the people。 And someone； probably someone very close to them； was quite willing to betray them to a small band of terrorists。 Owens wanted that person。 Wanted to see him dead； wanted to watch him die。 There could be no other punishment for this kind of crime。
His professionalism returned after the few seconds of grim revelry。 We won't find the bastard by wishing him dead。 Finding him means police work careful； painstaking； thorough investigation。 Owens knew how to do that。 Neither he nor the elite team of men on the investigation would rest until they succeeded。 But none of them doubted that they would ultimately succeed。
〃That's two breaks you have； Jimmy；〃 Murray said after reading his friend's mind。 It wasn't hard to do。 Both men had handled hard cases； and police differ little over the world。
〃Indeed；〃 Owens said； almost smiling。 〃They ought not to have tipped their hand。 They should have bent every effort to protect their source。 We can pare the lists of who knew that His Highness was ing in that afternoon； and who knew that young Mr。 Miller was going to Lymington。〃
〃And the telephone operators who put the calls through；〃 Murray reminded him。 〃And the secretaries and co…workers who might have overheard； and the girlfriends； or boyfriends； who might have heard during some horizontal conversation。〃
〃Thank you ever so much for that； Dan。 One needs encouragement at a time like this。〃 The Englishman walked over to Murray's cabinet and found a bottle of whiskey a Christmas present； still unopened on New Year's Eve。
〃You're right that they should have protected their intel source。 I know you'll get him； Jimmy。 I will put some money down on that。〃
Owens poured the drinks。 It was gratifying to see that the American had finally learned to drink his whiskey decently。 In the past year Owens had broken Murray of the need to put ice in everything。 It was shameful to contaminate single…malt Scotch whiskey。 He frowned at another recurring thought。 〃What does that tell us about Sean Miller？〃
Murray stretched his arms out。 〃More important than you thought； maybe？ Maybe they were afraid you'd break information out of him。 Maybe they just wanted to keep their perfect record。 Maybe something else？〃
Owens nodded。 In addition to the close working relationship Scotland Yard had with the FBI； Owens valued the opinions of his colleague。 Though both were experienced cops； Murray could always be trusted to have a slightly different slant on things。 Two years before Owens had been surprised to learn how valuable this might be。 Though he never had thought about it； Murray had used his colleague's brain the same way on several occasions。
〃So what might that make Miller？〃 Owens wondered aloud。
〃Who can say？ Chief of operations？〃 Murray waved his glass。
〃Awfully young for that。〃
〃Jimmy； the guy who dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima was a full colonel in the Air Force； and twenty…nine years old。 Hell； how old is this O'Donnell character？〃
〃That's what Bob Highland thinks。〃 Owens stared into his glass for a moment； frowning again。
〃Bob's a smart kid； too。 God； I hope you can put him back on the street。〃
〃If not； we can still use him in the office；〃 mander Owens said positively。 〃He does have a fine brain for the business of investigations too good to be lost now。 Well； I must be off。 New Year's Eve； Dan。 What do we drink to？〃
〃That's obvious。 A successful investigation。 You're going to get that source； Jimmy； and he's going to give you the information you need。〃 Murray held his glass up。 〃To a closed case。〃 〃Yes。〃 Both men emptied their glasses。
〃Jimmy； do yourself a favor and give it a night off。 Clear the old head out and start fresh in the morning。〃
Owens smiled。 〃I'll try。〃 He picked up his overcoat and walked toward the door。 〃One last thing。 It hit me on the drive over。 These chaps； the ULA； have broken all the rules； haven't they？〃
〃That's true enough；〃 Murray replied as he locked up his files。
〃There's only one rule they haven't broken。〃
Murray turned。 〃Oh？ What's that？〃
〃They've never done anything in America。〃
〃None of them do that。〃 Murray dismissed the idea。
〃None have had much of a reason before。〃
〃So？〃
〃Dan； the ULA might have a reason now and they've never been reticent about breaking the rules。 It's just a feeling； no more than that。〃 Owens shrugged。 〃Well。 Good night； and a happy new year to you。 Special Agent Murray。〃
They shook hands ceremonially。 〃And to you； mander Owens。 Give my love to Emily。〃
Dan saw him to the door； locked it； and returned to his office to make sure all his secure files were locked up properly。 It was pitch dark outside at he checked his watch quarter to six。
〃Jimmy； why did you say that？〃 Murray asked the darkness。 He sat back down in his swivel chair。
No Irish terrorist group had ever operated in the United States。 Sure； they raised money there； in the Irish neighborhoods and saloons of Boston and New York； made the odd speech about their vision for the future of a free； united Ireland never bothering to say that as mitted Marxist…Leninists； their vision of Ireland was of another Cuba。 They had always been shrewd enough to know that Irish…Americans might not feel fortable with that little detail。 And there was the gun…running。 That was largely something in the past。 The PIRA and INLA currently got most of their weapons on the open world market。 There were also reports that some of their people had gotten training in Soviet military camps you couldn't tell a man's nationality from a satellite photograph； nor could you recognize a specific face。 These reports had never been confirmed sufficiently to be released to the press。 The same was true of the camps in Libya； and Syria； and Lebanon。 Some people； fair…skinned people； were being trained there but who？ The intelligence got a little confused on this point。 It was different with the European terrorists。 The Arabs who got caught often sang like canaries； but the captured members of the PIRA and INLA； and the Red Army Faction； and Action…Directe of France； and all the other shadowy groups gave up their information far more grudgingly。 A cultural thing； or maybe they could simply be more certain that their captors would not could not use interrogation measures still mon in the Middle East。 They'd all been raised under democratic rules； and knew precisely the weaknesses of the societies they sought to topple。 Murray thought of them as strengths； but recognized the inconveniences that they imposed on law…enforcement professionals 。 。 。
The bottom line was still that PIRA and INLA had never mitted a violent crime in America。 Never。 Not once。
But Jimmy's right。 The ULA has never hesitated to break a rule。 The Royal Family was off…limits to everyone else； but not the ULA。 The PIRA and INLA never hesitated to