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rried about that； they had worried most of all what might happen when the PIRA and INLA lads in Parkhurst Prison got hold of him。
〃Good lad！〃 Connolly refilled the glasses。
〃So； what's the news from Belfast？〃 the chief asked。
〃Johnny Doyle is not very pleased with having lost Maureen。 The men are being restless not much； mind； but there is talk。 Your op in London； Sean； in case you've not been told； had glasses filled and raised throughout the Six Counties。〃 That most citizens in Northern Ireland； Protestant and Catholic； had been disgusted by the operation mattered not to Connolly。 His small munity of revolutionaries was the entire world。
〃One does not get drunk for a failure；〃 Miller observed sourly。 That bastard Ryan！
〃But it was a splendid attempt。 It is clear enough that you were unlucky； no more than that； and we are all slaves to fortune。〃
O'Donnell frowned。 His guest was too poetic for Kevin's way of thinking； despite the fact； as Connolly was fond of pointing out； that Mao himself had written poetry。
〃Will they try to spring Maureen？〃
Connolly laughed at that one。 〃After what you did with Sean here？ Not bloody likely。 How ever did you pull that off； Kevin？〃
〃There are ways。〃 O'Donnell let it go at that。 His intelligence source was under strict orders not to do a thing for two months。 Dennis's bookstore was closed so far as he was concerned。 The decision to use him to get information for the rescue operation hadn't e easy。 That was the problem with good intelligence； his teachers had hammered into his head years before。 The really valuable stuff was always a risk to the source itself。 It was a paradox。 The most useful material was often too dangerous to use； but at the same time intelligence information that could not be used had no value at all。
〃Well； you've gotten everyone's attention。 The reason I'm here is to brief our lads on your operation。〃
〃Really！〃 Kevin laughed。 〃And what does Mr。 Doyle think of us？〃
The visitor crooked a ically accusing finger。 〃You are a counterrevolutionary influence whose objective is to wreck the movement。 The op on The Mall has had serious repercussions on the other side of the Atlantic。 We'll excuse me； they'll be sending some of their chaps to Boston in another month or so to set things right； to tell the Yanks that they had nothing to do with it；〃 Connolly said。
〃Money we don't need their bloody money！〃 Miller objected。 〃And they can put their 'moral support' up 〃
〃Mustn't offend the Americans；〃 Connolly pointed out。
O'Donnell raised his glass for a toast： 〃The devil with the bloody Americans。〃
As he drank off the last of his second whiskey。 Miller's eyes snapped open sharply enough to make a click。
〃Kevin； we won't be doing much in the U。K。 for a while 。 。 。 〃
〃Nor in the Six Counties；〃 O'Donnell said thoughtfully。 〃This is a time to lie low； I think。 We'll concentrate on our training for the moment and await our next opportunity。〃
〃Shamus； how effective might Doyle's men be in Boston？〃
Connolly shrugged his shoulders。 〃Get enough liquor into them and they'll believe anything they're told； and toss their dollars into the hat as always。〃
Miller smiled for a moment。 He refilled his own glass this time as the other two talked on。 His own mind began assembling a plan。
Murray had had a number of assignments in the Bureau over his many years of service； ranging from junior agent involved in chasing down bank robbers to instructor in investigation procedures at the FBI Academy at Quantico； Virginia。 One thing he'd always told the youngsters in the classroom was the importance of intuition。 Law enforcement was still as much art as science。 The Bureau had immense scientific resources to process evidence； had written procedures for everything； but when you got down to it； there was never a substitute for the mind of an experienced agent。 It was mostly experience； Murray knew； the way you fitted evidence together； the way you got a feel for the mind of your target and tried to predict his next move。 But more than experience； there was intuition。 The two qualities worked together until you couldn't separate them in your own mind。
That's the hard part； Murray told himself on the drive home from the embassy。 Because intuition can run a little wild if there's not enough evidence to hold on to。
〃You will learn to trust your instincts；〃 Murray told the traffic； quoting from his memorized class notes。 〃Instinct is never a substitute for evidence and procedure； but it can be a very useful tool in adapting one to another oh； Dan； you would have made a hell of a Jesuit。〃 He chuckled to himself； oblivious of the stare he was getting from the car on his right。
If it's so damned funny； why does it bother you？
Murray's instinct was ringing a quiet but persistent bell。 Why had Jimmy said that？ Obviously it was bothering him； too but what the hell was it？
The problem was； it wasn't just one thing。 He saw that now。 It was several things； and they were interrelated like some kind of three…dimensional crossword puzzle。 He didn't know the number of blanks； and he didn't have any of the clues to the words； but he did know roughly the way they fitted together。 That was something。 Given time； it might even be enough； but
〃Damn！〃 His hands gripped tight on the steering wheel as good humor again gave way to renewed frustration。 He could talk it over with Owens tomorrow or the next day； but the bell told him that it was more urgent than that。
Why is it so damned urgent？ There is no evidence of anything to get excited about。
Murray reminded himself that the first case that he'd broken more or less on his own； ten months after hitting the street as a special agent； had begun with a feeling like this one。 In retrospect the evidence had seemed obvious enough once he'd put the right twist on it； but that twist hadn't occurred to anyone else。 And with Murray himself it had begun as nothing more than the same sort of intellectual headache he was suffering through in his car。 Now he was really mad at himself。
Fact： The ULA broke all the rules。 Fact： No Irish terrorist organization had ever run an operation in the U。S。 There were no more Facts。 If they ran an op in America 。 。 。 well； they were undoubtedly mad at Ryan； but they hadn't made a move against him over here； and that would have been a hell of a lot easier than staging one in the U。S。 What if Miller really was their chief of operations no； Murray told himself； terrorists don't usually take things personally。 It's unprofessional； and the bastards are professional。 They'd have to have a better reason than that。
Just because you don't know what the reason is doesn't mean they don't have one； Danny。 Murray found himself wondering if his intuition hadn't transformed itself into paranoia with increasing age。 What if there's more than one reason to do it？
〃There's a thought；〃 he said to himself。 One could be an excuse for the other but what's the it that they want to do？ Motive； all the police procedure manuals said； was the main thing to look for。 Murray didn't have a clue on their motive。 〃I could go crazy doing this。〃
Murray turned left off Kensington Road； into the upscale neighborhood of flats where he had his official residence。 Parking was the usual problem。 Even when he'd been assigned to the counterespionage section of the New York City Field Office； parking hadn't been this bad。 He found a space perhaps two feet longer than his car and spent nearly five minutes fitting the vehicle into it。
Murray hung his coat on the peg beside the door and walked right into the living room。 His wife found him dialing the phone； a ferocious scowl on his face。 She wondered what was wrong。
It took a few seconds for the overseas call to go into the proper office。
〃Bill； this is Dan Murray 。 。 。 we're fine；〃 his wife heard him say。 〃I want you to do something。 You know that guy Jack Ryan？ Yeah； that's the one。 Tell him hell； how do I say this？ Tell him that maybe he should watch his back 。 。 。 I know that。 Bill 。 。 。 I can't say； something's bothering me； and I can't something like that； yeah