Steel had requested a private meeting with Georgia. She had been denied and was told it would be better with the PM’s schedule if she waited until the next SO15 meeting on the investigation that had been scheduled for Saturday morning. It was now Saturday evening. The meeting had been pushed back all day and now had been rescheduled for nine. She had tried to call Georgia several times. There was never any answer, and now this morning, when she tried again, a message thundered on that the number had been discontinued.
She had tried to drop in on her, which apparently was laughable. She was denied access at the security gate. She wanted to tell the security officer who she was—not who she was professionally, but about the private place she held in the PM’s heart. About the gentle kisses they had shared, the way they’d been affecting each other’s breathing patterns.
She wisely decided against it and left.
On Saturday night, when they did have the meeting, as she was led down to the Cabinet Room with Darling and the others, she took a minute to dodge left and sneak a craned head into Georgia’s office where she was sitting alone at her desk, reading.
“Can I grab a quick word?” Georgia looked up and saw Steel. She had forgotten how beautiful she was.
“Yes, of course, Davina. Come in. Come in.” Steel entered. Georgia got up and gave her a warm hug. She closed the door behind her. “I’d offer up a tea, but I gave my private the day off. I’ve driven him a bit too hard lately, I think. I’ve driven everybody a bit hard, what with nine p.m. Saturday night meetings and we’ve got these…” She was nervous, afraid to let a sentence come to a stop. Steel finally cut her off.
“I won’t need a tea. I’m sure they’ll have something in the Cabinet Room and I…” Georgia interrupted her now.
“I’m so sorry for everything, Davina. If I’ve done anything. I haven’t wanted to play with you, I promise. It’s been hard, these days, and the circus I’m ringleading doesn’t leave room for sneaking off. You understand, right?”
“Of course. Of course I do.”
“I think of you. A lot.” Steel smiled lightly, guardedly. She didn’t want to volley back with sentiment. She wanted to stay strong. Her heart hurt too much to kick it that way. They stared at each other. Georgia reached out and moved a lock of hair from Steel’s eye.
“I know, Georgia. I know.”
“You know what, sweetie?”
“I know you’re involved. You and others. I know it goes that high up.”
The room fell and stayed silent for the longest time. Steel stirred the stillness back to life.
“I’ll go in there now, give a rehash on where we are with the investigation, give the newest details that we have on where the American and his family are, and then you or someone in that room will pass it along, and before long they’ll all be dead, dead like the others—murdered to keep you all safe and cushy. Here. In this house.” She looked closely into Georgia’s face as she spoke. She wanted some clue as to her next move. None was revealed. Georgia had been a power player too long to reveal cards so easily.
“Davina, I’m sorry, but you’re off base. I’m painfully aware that I have crossed a line; a romantic involvement was … not smart, I’ll give you that, but to come up with a story like this…” She paused and tried to show Davina the way it would lay. It was going to be a bravura performance. This is what she wanted Davina to register. A masterful artificial tear ran down Georgia’s left cheek. “I understand if it’s gotten too personal, if it’s too much for you, clouded your thinking. I want you to know, I don’t blame you. I’ve toyed with your feelings. I had no right.”
Steel read between the words. Georgia would throw her against the rocks, destroy her credibility, her career. She knew it was an empty threat at best, but it still had the same wallop it would have had if it bore any honest weight to it. Once again a shock of quiet floated through the room. Neither of them was sure what the next set of words should be. Georgia finally looked at her watch.
“The sit-down is scheduled to start, love. Let’s not delay it.” She opened the door to the office and ushered Steel from the room. “I won’t be long. I’ll meet you down there.” Steel looked away, marched heavily down the hall. Georgia watched her go. She knew that it was now irretrievably over for her and young Steel. If she wasn’t extremely careful, the same could soon be said for her political career and maybe even her freedom.
* * *
THE MEETING WAS uneventful. Darling and his group waited in the Cabinet Room for a good twenty minutes for Georgia. She finally came in, calm, yet seemingly under the normal weight of running the business of the British people. Darling and Steel once again downloaded to the others where they were on finding Tatum, which was none too inspiring. The late-model Volvo was found in London in a parking lot of a public housing block near Wapping Gardens, just off the river. There was a dustup at the American embassy. They thought the family had been planning to go inside, but something stopped them at the last minute. There had been some shooting but no one was apprehended. The trail was cold after that, although there was some brewing evidence that the father-in-law had a cousin in Wales who had been working to get them off the island, over to Ireland, and then on to America. It was a quick meeting. Steel only spoke a bit. Darling did most of the reportage now. He was taking the reins as well as the lashing for how long this was taking to bring to conclusion.
Georgia again let it be known that she wanted to be kept close on any developments and then promptly shut the meeting down. It was Saturday night; she was aware that they all had private lives to attend to and apologized for all of the delay. As the room drained, she motioned for Darling to stay back. Once they were alone, she dropped her cool.
“Donald, we have a big problem. I’m going to need a personnel change on all this.”
“Of course, ma’am. Is it me?” he half joked.
“No. Good god, no. It’s Inspector Steel. I’m afraid we’re going to have to replace her. It’s gotten to a point where I think it’s too personal, too much for her. She’s too young, isn’t she?”
“I suppose she is young, but she’s a talent, ma’am, if you don’t mind me saying. I think it’s a mistake.”
Georgia volleyed right back, sure in her serve. “No, it’s not a mistake, Major. She’s a risk. We need to set her down immediately. Bring someone else in.” They stood face-to-face.
“I want it done straight off. She’s out. Very important.”
“Is there anything else, ma’am?”
“No, nothing else. Enjoy your Saturday—what’s left of it.” Darling collected his things and left the room. As he did, Georgia melted quietly away up the hall.
* * *
ONCE HE WAS gone from Downing Street, in his car headed back home to Richmond, Darling rang Steel on her mobile.
“Your trap worked. You were spot-on. She’s dead center on all this. It’s incredible. It’s horrible is what it is. I was hoping you were way off, but you weren’t.”
“I knew I was right, sir. How did she handle it?”
“You’re under her skin. Put it that way. She wants you off it immediately. Seems to me that you’ve somehow put the PM’s panties into quite the bunch.”
Steel nodded wistfully to herself. The good major general didn’t know the half of it.